Monday, August 31, 2015


Don’t know where to start and where to end;
The place where you live…..
I did come for thousand times and went;
But never seeing you was my disbelief…..

These have but haunted me for all my past;
Making the small, tiny place so vast…
To fate and to god of all world I give my bow;
For I wish to see her by any chance tomorrow.
Or even if it’s not possible I will keep this vow;
That I will hope even if I am on death row.