Days Go By In the Stream of Sunlight

Then your falling youth How pitiful! In long-term use- Suspending, feeble breasts- Obsessed, nostalgic- Recalling the lustrous sunlight. There grows- The line of oblivion of quarter century There grows- In the line of the setting sun. As if the rays coming from hidden gold under dust And it scatters into wonder light rays. The beautiful rainbow remains suspended In the stream of light of the blue sky Smears the melody of a bow on its body. The lust of a voluptuous woman Diminishes off in the horizon At the end of the day The majesty of a pigeon Returns to its nest With exhausted flying wings At the end of the day. The drunk hem of the sari Flies on the roof The silver rays of light remain playful Play in the dancing style Breath in the burning sweat point after fall Life searches for nirvana in exhalation. But- The bright day hides in the darkness of night Then days go by, just go by And the sprouted youth horse tramples The pitiful shadow of old grandfather.