The chains of shared sorrow,
The isolated ideal.
Cage not the flying wings.
Society,
Be a life like light,
For the endangered ones.
The footsteps of modernity
Can stand the walks
Of age-old culture.
Historiography,
The shadows
Of flickering history.
My themes have the ink of civilization.
My materialism
Is for the haves-not.
A message in my poetry
For a peaceful landing
Of a modern shuttle.
My society, my country
A garland
Of shared conglomeration.
I see the world
When I stand on the shoulder
Of my country.
Like my father,
Trusting the sky
When he lifted me
Higher in the air,
During my childhood years.
Building a nest of peace,
My hummingbird tweets
For the worldly illumination.
