While Crossing the Border of the Eastern Region - Sonnet

While crossing the border of the eastern region For some earning and some worldly reason He stumbled over the invisible wall of hard stone Neither he entered nor a word did he utter when His muscles fought against uttering As the soldiers of rounding border Spend sleepless night and day standing With open weapons and heavy gun-powder; Neither he earned anything nor at home did he return That was the journey of his last going The last cry his mother cried for the son Died in the vessel on the huge water of ocean, He was the only bud but failed to bloom And the plant did nothing but dried to doom.