If I Challenge

I am nothing but
A drop of water falls in the capital
Father carries mother to the cities
I have reached self-sufficiency

For the matter of art
My fall is far away
It is a matter of the sky
The art of silence creates

Sometimes the sea ebbs and flows
I am from it a drop of water
No more sometimes also murky
Just human

Now I am more than gray hair
But not as gray as the old city
Which never dies

Now I am at the end of gray hair
Leaving the world waiting for time
What art should I do
Waiting for time is boring

My father was once full
Eating thousands of red teak leaves
Even that was difficult and sweaty
Can you see the art of survival

When it comes to the art of making love
I put it in my poems
The rest I am a stallion
Treading on the bed sleeping alone
I neigh in silence

If I oppose literature
What answer do you give
It's not without reason if you don't answer

That's enough choice, right! If not everything
Is an answer
I will oppose it

If only I cared more
I do not wait for time for an answer

I myself am not full enough
Eating art the meaning of life