Yesterday I got a letter from a complete stranger. She had narrated her story in it and asked my help. She had read my poems and thought, “I believe u can help me”, and written the letter. She was realy in deep suffering, in great unbearable sorrow, and I wanted to console her, to sooth her, to wipe her eyes with my words...then I started to write…

Just now,
Just now I completed,
Your letter; dear friend.
Let me call so.

Do you know,
What I feel now?
To weep, yes.
I have to weep.

But,
Before it,
I have to write a replay.
A replay that calms your mind.
Can’t I do so?

I pray for words.
I implore to God.
I knock for blessings.
I beg for my whole abilities.

My eyes are filling with tears.
Let me shut it for a moment.
“You have to control yourself, David.
You have to…
You should write a replay now.
So be strong…”

Yes, I am trying.
Okay, now I can.
Yes, I will write.
I can, I can…
Thank God.

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The words were flowing in to my nib.
Price is to God.
The words were coming without an attempt.
If it calms you,
I will be satisfied.

For you; dear friend,
May I weep now?
For you; dear friend,
May I pray with weeping eyes?

I hear,
I hear the murmur of leaves,
Which pray with me.

I hear,
I hear the voice of wind,
The heartbeat of universe.
All of them pray with me.

Now I can weep.
I can weep easefully.
Without any tension.

But you have to laugh,
You have to laugh dear friend.
Okey let us laugh.
But one moment…

Oh my God,
I cannot stop my words.
Stop, stop, and stop…
Farewell…
Farewell words,
Farewell dear friend.
Farewell, farewell…

Now I can weep,
Yes I have to weep.
I need it…
I need it…