The third eye sees the naked truth hidden,
It sees the parallel universe where everything is easily given.
Phrases that haven’t spoken is unfolded by it too,
The third eye sees why love is something undone.
So I saw these bushes in the lawn,
I felt an eagerness for touching snow,
And then the rain ruined my evening desire,
Where are those people who said,
they will be there in my loneliness,
Like a happy pilgrimage.
My third eye still waits for them,
Every minute, every hour and every minute.
A hope to see them again prevails,
It sheds pain that goes in vain.