[tabby title="Poem"] She went not for digging upthe narrationsof violence but for rummagingthe heartsof sufferers. She went not for collectingthe residuesof sea surging but for picking upthe sodden pebbleof lost memories of the tormented heart thatplagued the valleysfogged the hills....

[tabby title="Poem"] Falling it’s raining out / a crow soakedfully sitting on / the windowpane in such a quietness / as if it wasn’t breathinglike a cotton-made piece / a drop of rainwater hanging on its beak / as if...

[tabby title="Poem"] How many times I counted to unlock myself to you my Beloved God?To unwrap my heart in your feet, my Beloved,I wanted to hold your feet,I wanted to announce my love openly,I wanted to love you not in...