Year of Revelation

It was the year of revelation
To be born from the womb of love
To suck nourishments from the bosom of hate
To sleep with lullaby of peace
To wake up with thunder of war
And in between
River of blood carried tuxedos and wedding gowns
I hung up my gloves and leave
I am on my pilgrimage
To the land of dreams
To dwell in house of sand and fog
I will look into the eyes of setting sun
And ask her to return
To tell her that I am scared of darkness
I will look into the eyes of rising moon
And will tell her
I am glad to see her in this dark night
I will recite all the poetries of great poets
I will invite her to my garden
To swim in the palm of my hands