Rose
Now a rose, a light,
Bright as a royal sun,
Laid by the royal one.

Embrace flowers
Reaching his flower.
Salute to the faithful man,
Craved the joy of love.

Cheese stuck in my throat!
Brings out best strength of me though...!
Lovely cheese we know?!

I went  to a town
Came by a restaurant
Seeing food
Yummy but too fatty
Twirling in my mind

Flavourful ice-cream sandwich
Fantastic French fries
Filling my mind with food for thought

Yummy & delicious
To the FOOD we yearn!

I will talk about the good thing we know our world,
Bird singing lovely,
people helping each other
Rich and poor contribute together!

Now come the bad news....
Virus stuck us
Hope virus will fly away!

It might be meaningless
Might be meaningless
Truly, it may well be

Will I get to her?
Will she get to me?

Are my words enough?
Enough to make her see?

Patience and persistence
Mother Mary: Let it be!

No truth, only versions of truth
No fact, not being manipulated
No fact,  not being interpreted

What you see ...is your stance
What you hear...is your voice

Subjective reality rather relative.

'O WORDS are lightly spoken,'
Said Pearse to Connolly,
'Maybe a breath of politic words
Has withered our Rose Tree;
Or maybe but a wind that blows
Across the bitter sea.'
"It needs to be but watered,'
James Connolly replied,
"To make the green come out again
And spread on every side,
And shake the blossom from the bud
To be the garden's pride.'
"But where can we draw water,'
Said Pearse to Connolly,
"When all the wells are parched away?
O plain as plain can be
There's nothing but our own red blood
Can make a right Rose Tree.'

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.