It would be nice if the affair ended here, br As a river ends on its banks, br And banks end on its wet stretches of sand, br But that affair did not end, br For on all routes silence deployed sentinels br Which like equator divided our lives. br br Hadn’t there been the division br It might be we could smell together br Fragrance of the morning airs, br And see the crimson display of twilight. br Some events might raise, some complaints and resentments might occur, br It might be the equator of silence would dissolve br In the ocean of our warm breaths, br Or in an untold wish on the quivering lips, br But nothing happened like that. br We had been looking at each other, br Through slits of the shut doors of the mind, br Silent, tongue-tied, br And the equator of silence could not be overlapped by us. br Why? No one knows.