My Assets!

If I have nothing,
I have the wings of imagination.
Moreover that I have a heart,
Where emotions are travelling to and fro.
And where sadness is sitting,
In the arm chair like a guest.
Along with the sadness,
I have many duties to perform.
Taking all the struggles in my shoulder,
Now I turned like a boulder.
I’m also a hungry man,
Hungry for running the pens…
All the soberness are my own sadness.
Believe & betray; Love & hate,
Creation & Destruction…
Are trapping me constantly.
In this disgusting world;
I pendown the life truth & natural mysteries.
During my poor conditions,
I never sold my thinking & humanity.
If I have nothing,
I have an open heart.
Where every one’s tragedy & struggle,
Makes a miracle campus.
I enter to the others mind,
To feel their feelings.
Finding a little portion of sunlight,
I melt the hills of ice.
Digging the soil grave,
I run the cool breeze air.
If I have nothing,
I have the wings of imagination.