NO MORE WORDS
My writing a poem a week for the last thirty
six months,
Was not an easy creativity but I managed to
keep my counts.
I managed to complete over a thousand pieces,
They were stories, poems and video releases.
If ever I am born again I want to continue from
where I left,
My life would bloom again there should be no
sorrows left.
For my wife will be with me again I should get
my joy,
This thinking may be wishful but it gives my
heart that joy.
We will be united in love and live our family
life once again,
Then My Pretty Lotus will recreate all and I
will have no pain.
