Few steps or a shout from the top of my lungs,
These may break the silence of our hearts,
In this bloody land a petty love is non-sense,
The reason why I just kept it in my fragile heart,
They said militarization dimmed our vision,
And I can sense all the fangs in their poems,
fictions and works.
As you know, I'm a luke-warm, Still can't
Choose where I stand,
My fingers cant choose keys to tap seriously,
Even them trembled to choose letters for a word,
Writing a love poem right now in this bloody land
Is a not for now,
Coz love can't still sweeten the warring hearts.