Yellow butterflies and sprouting flowers br The smell she carried was in the heads br Broken while she was playing in water br Nude with fuming heat of her youth br She wore no clothes br Down the stream went the blood br From the head broken in her desire br The ooze was her name and her smell br In total nature and into the street br Under the broken door fixed in a mud wall br A streak of yellow colored liquid br Flowed into the narrow stream br And the long trees with leaves melting down br Reality in exaggeration sans the beautiful moon br Tired of explaining and talking about flowers br Moon half and moon full br Sunset and sunrise br Cracking down in miraculous divide into two br The moon was the sign of a symbol br Wind flowing with speed and thunders br The absurd had grown in that town br The dead was buried yesterday br In the memory and with broken head br Still oozing the aroma br Coming out from under the huge mass of earth br A spirit which every girl wanted to imbibe br In the town now under a long spell of the darkest night br Breaking away from the divide of the day br The morals now decided to either leave br Or make new codes br Break the trance of time and the ordinary br Or go into amnesia of forgotten past br Bewitching earth and the sun br Reality is defined br Leave the subject dreadful br Or your head will be broken br With that ooze beyond enchantment br The girl smelt like clovebr br Sadiqullah Khanbr br