Sun was created for burning herself
she does not mind about her body being scorch
In day and night, her flame pierces my rib
Bestowing warmth inside my heart  

Still, I am sightless, ignoring her kindness
Wasting her pain in daily and call it edgy
Keep doing nothing unless loathing my flesh
Cursing my life because it doesn’t look like everybody

Yet sun never get mournful
She keeps burning her flesh
Resembles as her flame
her hopes for me never slake

Shame on me
Shame on me

Mom, I am sorry

If you yearn for me
You can find another me behind my poems!

Read it loudly
Read it until the longing vanish
Read it with your heart
Read it until my another me hugging you tight  

I know my poems are not magical spells,
that prince mumbles it to against the doomed
For sure, yearning is not the doomed

my poems are just a part of me
That may fill you
Or another part of you

Whether its just one couplet
Read it loudly, then you’ll be complete
With a part of me in it

Portulaca bloom
Dandelion plumes
This beautiful moon
Witnesses our painful adieu

Sunshine at summer
Sunshine at almost summer
How could this lover
Be betrayed by her unbearable desire

Waves push and pull
Until they sweep ashore
Love, I am a fool
See, what the left in me is just the sore