My home land!
I still remember you...
Sadistic child play
taunting the shy, innocent...
Some times
I put on these glasses...
People are their deeds
You'd better choose what you do...
Stars shine brighter but not as bright as you
For having you in our lives, we are filled with...
Every now and then
a poem coiled in scroll of an acumen...
Water-coloured tears drip-
rolling and weaving through crimson twilled...
Coke scales and Marijuana Scholars...
Glorious is your name on high
Oh, how your angels serenade you in placid...
What made me so sad
isn't your lying but that...
She needs to tell me her newly-born truth
as if I could accept the unacceptable...
I write this poem free from my heart..
For my beautiful baby girl...