O mother, I'll make you proud,
O mother, I say it loud!
O mother, bear with me for a while,
O mother, have to walk just another mile.
O mother, father has got old, I know,
O mother, and you remain rather low;
O mother, fatigue is what you always hide,
O mother, your sacrifices, I'll never put aside.
......
The clock strikes four;
I’m never like before;
I’ve learnt to take life’s drink
Up to the lees from the brink;
Multiple layers of joy
......
No more will I make life freeze;
I will enjoy my life up to its lowest lees.
Life is short; it is precious;
Life can't stand with things malicious.
Why shouldn't I, why shouldn't I?
Soar with wings up in the sky?
Aye, I do love to dream;
Like the stars, I don't gleam,
But I will shine, shine, for sure;
The more will I shine, the more endure.
......
My multicolored garden has such a sunny outlook,
Like the fleeing dawn shadows daylight overtook.
Not minding the storms, they drink up the rain,
For veritable growth, often comes with some pain.
Windblown near a rose bush, is my marigold orange,
Contrasting with the scarlet, I'm always adoring!
And in noontide peace, trees seem to be napping,
In graceful emerald beauty, as fervor is sapping.
......
i think it’s time
to set aside
the notion that i must.
devotion to a trust that i
should, could, or would
if just...
the notion that i am, i can't
i won't, will always be
the stories that i wrote and wove
......
No more will I make life freeze;
I will enjoy my life up to its lowest lees.
Life is short; it is precious;
Life can't stand with things malicious.
Why shouldn't I, why shouldn't I?
Soar with wings up in the sky?
Aye, I do love to dream;
Like the stars, I don't gleam,
But I will shine, shine, for sure;
The more will I shine, the more endure.
......
The clock strikes four;
I’m never like before;
I’ve learnt to take life’s drink
Up to the lees from the brink;
Multiple layers of joy
......
Never feel fatigued,
For there is more to explore
Always in this world.
O mother, I'll make you proud,
O mother, I say it loud!
O mother, bear with me for a while,
O mother, have to walk just another mile.
O mother, father has got old, I know,
O mother, and you remain rather low;
O mother, fatigue is what you always hide,
O mother, your sacrifices, I'll never put aside.
......
You smiled and laughed,
And laughed, and smiled,
“Lets play another”,
“Just one more”,
But apparently, not quite enough.
As in the rain (The pathetic rain),
You inflicted upon me love’s fresh sting,
No love yet, but still the pain
Of disappointed dreams
And futile hopes,
......