I look forward to a day,
When i too shall have my say...

Devils sing and dance
ever intense laughters...

If you want to be intelligent and wise,
If you want moon of your insight to rise...

Of herd instincts,
Never so worst...

~My Tanka poem~
poor, cool laborers...

The poets and the poetry lovers,
Here do we flock...

With each beat of drum,
We fell before thee...

Truth is my aim,
Not the wordy game...

My eyes donot want to overflow any more,
The cup of my heart is empty...