Saturday, June 25, 2011

Happy Prince

I was not alone a minute ago, 
This sudden gusts of wind
Have made the season really sick in Autumn. 

Yes, I was not lonely, 
Because the sparrows chirped and were gay, 
The ducked played and waves swayed 
Until it conspired - 
And made them flew back to their homes. 

Here, I create ripples in Time, smiling at my loss,
Harsh judgements passed and silences unrhymed
make me desperate though -
To ask questions to 
-All the wise and Old.

I flutter my wings once again, 
Near the lamp post,