A Traveller
On his bad road
He stumbles and falls
Doesn’t complain at all
About the stormy rain
About the long journey
Yet his short viability
He doesn’t complaint at all
He’s strolling along
Too exhausted
Of his back loads
And his weak force
Yet his heavy heart
Will he attain or not?
His so longing rainbow
His so desired rose
No one knows
No one knows.
Socalledpoetry of Biba
So-called Poetry of Biba 