Being a farmer you owned my heart and dreams

giving documents singned by your loving mind.

You owned my body too with a recusant manner

giving the aggrements singed by a smile!.

When you owned everything from me at last

I lost even my name and address with all credtits

on which I was proud of much ever in life!

When you were once in my nest as a singing bird

you burned my heart with tears before everyday sleep.

My friend, I could know nothing as I lost my thoughts

That might be the begining of my credits for an end.

I can’t sing now as I lost the music of my heart

can never dance as you owned my beauty too.

You could enjoy nothing evenif I am pretty and pure,

For the eye-glass you are wearing still is black.

I woder, for you never change the glass for a while

when we sit or sleep sometimes with a smile.

I entrusted in your hands the key of my heart,

but always you hide yours and kept it locked.

Though I am fertile for a healthy yield

You were grazing on the fields arround,

But they looked never at ther fields arround, I knew!

Though I was afraid of the lonliness I felt

I am strengthened with my soulful prayer;

For, there may be devils among angles, I know!

Howmuch I wished a heavenly chance before, you know,

with my thrilling heart to see you with a plough,

Its deep sinking into my depthness as a flow.

The fall of seeds once into my lap,

its growth with leaves and flowers in front of my eyes,

The generations here again and again!.....

When I fly alone in my sky with brightened eyes

clouds are spreadng all arroud, I watch!....