Whenever they hear a roar in this ocean,
like waves they break all elements
to find a Solution, Emulsion -Blue
from their unsettled narrowness
on which they paint their eyes first
and look around for a face to paint
and from the hidden chambers
as a memoir of their limited wisdom...
splash; Solution.. Emulsion
there the ocean whispers
Forget….
And from the top hill of Govardan
a flagpost I see beyond bridges and rivers
in collective stillness in golden frames..
Silence
From wandering thoughts to one sea shore
I walked back to my primitive soul in pure form
like the dew drop on morning flowers
in poetic form
in one Flute….
Near Govardan...