time to fly home( ghazal poem)
I stare at divine's traquil sky,
Why, to my beloved wife, I have to say good bye
When have not found the answer to my question, why?
I stare at her pretty face and, silently, cry,
Still not knowing, why.
She drips her tears into my heart as she gazes at the woeful sky,
When my last breath sweeps away her sad tears onto the sky,
I still yearn to know ,why...
From nowhere, a magenta comet, to its grave,it whizzes by,
Suddenly, I close my eyes... now, TRI knows. why.