I hear a sad cry of a cow from a slaughterhouse. br That echoes and accompanies in my sojourn. br Wherever I go I hear that sad melody. br In Seagull’s shriek and the ferocious waves of the sea, br A child’s cry in the cradle for milk when mother delays the feeding. br A man’s cry when in hungry and a bullet pierce in the battlefield. br The whole life is a shout expressing emotion, br That resembles the poor cow’s moo in the slaughterhouse. br br I dedicate this poem to my silent hidden friend Denis.