Life of mistakes

How many times have I thought, I will not throw stone on honeycomb with my empty body;
I will not go to under palm tree with my bald head!
Life went on thinking, Poush month did not come back;
The Agartala case is now true under mallet.

I wanted to survive the rain by standing under a tamarisk tree
There is also a crowd as the king and the vizier, saying- stand aside;
As they said when my lover was lost-
Just handle your person before hold our mistake.

Over time, the mistakes became apparent
Mosquitoes and flies are the main companions
The frozen dreams burned in the fire
It will not happen again, I thought many times.

The sixteen arts of life, covered under sixteen petals of mistakes
Today I see the success music is burning like a temporary lantern
With the weight of age, the king's deul sank into the soil
Then we dig out the glossy surface again!

What was to be done, and what am I doing now?
Forgetting everything, today I am counting the time to give up my life.
Anchorless life, find the abyss, find and find
One wrong voice lost in the noise of eternal journey.