Where you go, you go nowhere.
But the question dies with the outer shine
The summer ended, but not in my soul
I yearn for spring, but it’s summer.
The trees with naked branches, torn torsos
And weeping bodies
Left relics of ruins.
The sadness within is engulfing the surroundings.
Now
I am looking for someone who you could bring them from books
I am looking for somebody who could change words into life
I am looking for the mantras that can turn deserts into lush green valleys.
I am looking for the magicians who can turn plastic into grass.
I am looking for words whose sound could bring back the birds and animals.
I am looking for saints who could sprinkle water and shield me with ozone.
I am looking for a language that can translate my dreams into reality.
I am looking for a translation that would hold the rivers and lakes in simple
Sentences.
I am looking for the stories where I and you hold hands together in the landscape free of pollution.
I am looking for a language where regeneration, and revival, are in the realisation of roots.
I am looking for the grammar that teaches us to live and work for the earth.