Milon Sabbasachee
You are now a blue star in another sky
Your eternal joy converges deep in another forest
The whole body was burnt by the primordial fire
Wake up like a phoenix in weeping luxury.
The nomad floats on the current of time and then finally
You are a dreamer who easily walks through the unknown gorge
Maybe a colorful sailor sings unconsciously
“Mind you, take your seat, I couldn’t go anymore.”
The lonely John is not so lonely anymore
He also listens to the birds chirping all night long with the mobile phone
The mountain is equal to the crowd of attainment, yet the storm of inattainment rises
Unaware of light, people cling to darkness.
Some people survive for a while after consuming white cow poison
But the sweet alcohol of artificial love is the sure death of man
As much as one can survive in the poison of sadness
I will no longer be a stupid researcher or a guinea pig
This life has known the meaning of life by smelling the smell of death.
