Come close my dear son
Listen to what wisdom says
People may hear your words
But they feel your attitude
For action speaks
Louder than the highest voice
Words are empty drums
That makest a stormy noise
But contain nothing in itself
Even if your words are rotten eggs
But your attitudes is well furnished
People will surround you
They will kiss you from sweetest lips
They will place your position
Above the majesty and governors
You will be an apple
That ****** their eyes

So,my son,do not oil your words
To earn honour and praise
Do not mask yourself
by your sweetest lips
Everyone knew that words can't represent the heart
She only speaks for one's interest
But attitude is the mouth of the heart

Therefore my son,be wise
Follow what wisdom advised
Do what makes you happy
To your fellow being
mind your behaviours and deeds
For people may hear your words,
But they feel you attitude.

Blessing dropping down
from the gloomy darken cloud~
The spring comes alive

I was not born with name
My hand writes poem without theme
A novel without a tittle
A play without any character
A letter without address
A film without action

This is a free style
I was born with computer
where we write as it please us
A poem without stanza
A novel with no sentence
A play without scene
A letter with no message
A film without visual

I am not Shakespeare
you will never read in meter
I am not Wordworth
you will never hear rhyme
I am not John Donne
you cant get love and religious themes
I am a modern poet
you will get nonsense

I am the best bard
that enjoys excess licence
Any sentence I put on paper
should be call a proverb.

I am the laziest poet
that write fallacy in feeling
I will die with no legacy
I will never dream of nobel prize
nor will ANA award comes into my mind
My arts are for only this century
no one will remember my name
This is a free-style.

No accounting for taste.
What you dislike
and called a waste
is what I like.

You call cheese,honey
I called it bitter pill.
You prefer a monkey
while chimp makes me chill.

You like worshipping sun
I love worshipping God
It really fun
you called mine odd.

I lived in tradition
You lived in modernity
But in addition
I lived in christianity.

You urged me to study biology
I urged you to learn Shakespeare
You want me to live by astrology
Let poetry be your spear.

You prefer winter
that is your choice
Mine is summer
when I'll rejoice.

When you lay on your bunk,
you hear the music,rock
but I listen to punk
who should be given a sock?

You love a black lady
with long dark hair
I love a white baby
to be my heir.

You desire democracy
as system of your
government
I desire theocracy
it had the best management.

Let us be a union
Let there be chaste
Let's tolerate each
one's opinion
for no accounting
for taste.

In dream, I was reading maths textbook.
I gained a lot knowl of the highbook.
From my bed I leap
when I woke from sleep
to notice I was chatting on facebook.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
From a long journey.
Without I feeling the love of wonder.
That mother gives which sweet like honey.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
It is my pleasure,
we behold each other.
For you are my treasure.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Come in and have a  seat
so that I may tell you  what I suffer'.
In your absence  
father gave me bitter beat.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Your present provide  joy
rather than that of  father
who don't allow me to enjoy.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Father is not usually at home for me.
He became a feather.
The next Colombus to be.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
Hear the pain I went through.
In your absence, I stayed lonely under
this roof like a refuse long threw.

Welcome welcome my dear mother.
I stayed long without a friend
to communicate and play with rather
my life came to an   end.

welcome welcome my dear mother
i hope you will not travel again
in any kind of weather
so that my joy will
sustain.

Yellow butterfly~
flying toward the petal
of morning glory.