2nd ~ 8th April

This week nothing extraordinary happened thus this is what I shall do.

The flowing river of angst ,

Running, running so fast,

Quickly, quickly going ahead,

In these time we should use our heads.

For the books of the last year,

And the books of this year,

Wait eagerly for your longing hands,

To open the tightly bands.

Read in the knowledge,

Claim it as your own,

Let the exams be the gauge,

For the seeds you have sown.

Open your mind freely,

Hold on to love,

The hope you cherish dearly,

To the holy dove.

 The words of mine not past hundred,

Forgive my attitude of a laggard,

These words I thus impart,

May be just that very dart,

To rekindle thy open heart.

Hear my cry of woe,
Like the fallen doe,
Listen to thy beating heart,
Leave an imprint, a mark.

The flowering gardens of time,

Wait slowly for their owner,

Which will claim them from the fall,

When He has come to call.

As my last breath is released,

Heed my words if you should,

The heavens will keep the deceased,

Love the ones here as much as you could,

Excellence is not a destination,

Tis journey that only some are in relation,

For the road that lies ahead,

And paths those have laid,

Will soon be taken up,

By those who will take the cup.