All of the days of us

Will fall off one day like the leaves of the tree.

All his incapabilities

Will burn me

I want to draw

His most poignant beautiful picture

The country where is scattered

                   The black-berry forest

And that very forest

          Can be our shelter oneday.

Yet like the yellow leaves

                        will fall off

Our prayers days.

I don’t exist alone

I survive with all

Friends come in the dance class

I dance there holding their hands.

Rhyme isn’t hampered, going isn’t disturbed

I go on floating in the rhythm

Getting the all-getting country

                   I sing gaily in joyous realm.

In the picnic, in the field

          Remain fresh in view

Mixing hue with mind’s hue

          I draw something new.

Live means remain well

          Throwing thorn from way

I am trying to do new something

          So follow the gregarious bay

I don’t move alone

I have to do many works fair

I remain beside all humans

Like light and air.