I Ask Someone To Resolve
Whenever I depart
To the new destinations,
Begin to emerge up in the mind.
We Live And Die Alone
What kind of talk we converse!
What kind of words we speak!
We only sieve, strain the words
We sift the spoken verbalized sounds,
Tears are pure transparent,
The molten fluid of pangs,
The century passed and we were
On the threshold of new millennium
And heading towards the Millennium Dome:
The dignity and pride of Greenwich.
An Untold Tale
In the miseries of life,
Amid the grove of ambitions,
At one night I alone pondered,
What is this love, heathenness?
What I Need
I need fresh air to breathe,
All around sullied is the environ,
And seasons do not unfold flowers.
Thousands of birds soar in the sky,