Yes, I'll be back
and not slack
substance, my words
will not lack

instead the hardest walls
they will easily crack
when meaning has been found
where would there be any lag?

Innocence
  wins over experience
  it holds no offence
  it needs no defence

experience
stifles innocence
it steals the latter's beauty
and robs it of its essence.

I'm member
of no club
on my own
happily I sup

if I were there
I'll find the perpetual snub
I'm at my kitchen now
doing my meal--where's the rub?

I ask no prize
from life
being sufficient
on my own:
to that direction
I never turn
my eyes

all wanting
is but strife-
only a child
would this need
out of insecurity
and pride

living
on my own terms
in simplicity
acceptance
and contentment
is my most
precious prize

never, never
have I ever wished
for any paradise.

I choose
the life of freedom
lived in poverty
over the serfdom
of prosperity

For most
life seems
no more
than a paraphernalia
of trivia
the same monotony
which they somehow
treasure
although such experiences
are hollow
and bear
no beautiful feature

ah,  the blight
of human nature
lost in the labyrinth
of ignorance
stranded in
the realm
of lost pleasure!

I know
I'm small
puny
but this doesn't
hold me captive:
I'm still free
and nothing
is lost

size doesn't count
and I've seen
the big and strong
in life's ocean
being hit
and tossed
felled
rendered helpless

I'm tiny
in comparison
with the rest
but not small
in heart
or spirit:
my own flag
I raise
my song
I sing
to the remotest
I dare travel
the highest mountain
I scale
the sea
most treacherous
I sail
fearlessly-
and upon
my last breath
to my life
I raise proudly
a  resounding toast.