sakha

painful heart
i walk like amad man
thesight of my memory is like a burning ovan.
whatthe love,why comes in mind,always walks and forces me to behind.
i was asailor and no bad thought in my mind. iwalk like afree man.
why love and what love
no man can not livewithout oxygen.
youth is mysame and i gain.
gossibing to much at the bank of dal lake.
in future all will be fake.
she suffers at the critical.
she will take sigh aperodical.
cn i regin inmy painful heart.
allthe things of past are now full of desert.