An assist to peace

Is it that melting is as much hurting, 

Blindness is an elevated road. 

Downfall of my very own country

It was raining as it explode. 

Can it bring my mind into silence?

Does it make any of us proud?

If I dont evaporate like the ocean

I will fall again from laden cloud.

She knows that her thoughts are tired

But it grabs onto pain with a claw. 

This bad bad feeling fills the bottle

Its worse that you suck the pain with a straw.

Can you film my mind into quite?

Will it make your elder sister proud?

If i dont evaporate with the ocean

I will break my bones falling from the clouds.

My careless deeds that I beg to feed

My sickness that I failed my meet. 

Now I am mute, a broken reed. 

I want nothing, thats what a monk needs. 

She put on a hat out of sorrow

Read out poems by Mr. Burroughs

And telephoned me for something to borrow

That she promised to return tomorrow.

6 August 2019