When the Sun arising in the horizon powerfully,
Moving through the paths......
Herds of helpless sheeps....their cries
Their Silent lamentations with the shepherd's shouts !
Their Noises breaking the silence on the way !
A Journey through the path directed by Shepherd,
They were in a path unknown ahead,
They are new travellers on the old routes,
Their shepherds were trying to find a way without introductions,
They asked same question to all strangers,
"To which place is this way goes?"
Answers shed light on many places,

Their eagerness to reach somewhere,
A journey leading to nowhere,
The emotions of walking .....centered on certain destinations,
Synchorhnizations that balance their sighs,
The coherence and moving rhythm of sheeps.....
As they walk through marshy and dried places
The Sheperd's eyes wander for the lake ,to cleanse the dust that have been dissolved in the wool,
The shepherd's jerky walk with utensils -and nets hanging,
Safety equations for their sheeps as nets and dogs,
When the shepherd goes down to the lakes for bathing them;
Chooses food and feeding them,
Thus he is melting in a rare blessing !

In some accidents during the journey,
When blood soaked sheeps lay in the middle of road,
Their motionless body and last breaths,
With bodies without souls and minds,
Exposes the illusory glories of life,
The corpses of the dead sheep are destined to be carried on their shoulders!,
In his Indifference to the tears of the other sheeps.....,
There arise so many worthless breaths..... of...