This saint inside can't resist
Your curves still are stunning
My dear, come here, take me
To your paradise with love

Your eyes are like the diamonds
And the glitter on your lips
Stuck on mine, when we kissed
Those eyes shone with passion

You can’t stop smoking
I can
You can’t ignore ****
I can
You can’t avoid drinking
I can
You can’t stop shouting
I can
You can’t shut up complaining
I can
You won’t drop that gun
I will
You can’t help silence
I can
You survive with violence
I can’t
Toleration with independence
Seizing opportunities for peace
Let the wire choke your lungs out
Hell in front, war of apes
Animals in the streets, Grodds
Telepathic maniacs attacking blocks
Rappers in the venues spitting fires
On every head spreading contagion
Zombies alike, transformers of Lannesters

My ship has anchored
on Merry Village at last
after ten thousand miles at sea
and now rest I must.

I'll get drunk all day long
worry into the waters I'll cast
I'll count my silver and gold
in which I've placed my trust.

The sweetest maid I'll marry
my loneliness I'll put to rust
the village shall hail me as hero
I'm no longer the poor lad of the past.

A fund I'll set up for the needy
  I'll name it The Merry Village Trust
  no child shall live in poverty
  my dream I've realised at last.

Fading away
is my frail candle
I won't let it die
I'll quickly rekindle-

even though it would
but flicker and dwindle
I'd stay by to the last
with its last breath commingle.

Last night I dreamt
I was a butterfly
but mysteriously
I couldn't fly--

A voice came
from a butterfly nearby:
you are too heavy
that's the reason why.

I then removed my shirt
(I just longed to fly)
all items in my pocket
I emptied and lo! I rose to the sky!

But those were the days
when all of us wrote
love-letters. Week-ends
were thus consumed
never mind the school homework
it could wait. How to choose
the words that would win her over?
- I quoted Shakespeare's
  Shall I compare thee to a summer day?...
  that red letter-box was symbol
  of my boyish hope. She would reply or most likely I can't say for sure. Who knows a pretty girl 's heart when all the boys in school were trying to attract her attention? Lily was crowned the Beauty Queen this year and her dad is rich. They live in a mansion with a swimming-pool, have three cars and four servants and she wears a Rolex. The boys say she's playing the game of hard-to-get.

I met her once after a school-concert during which I performed Tossellis's Serenata on the violin. She approached me and said I love that song very much. I play it on the piano often at home. One day we should do a duet. A brief meeting and since I've fallen in love with her I think.

I've just written this letter suggesting we meet. Have read it six times and can memorise every word. Have been having sleepless nights.

Will she reply?

.
I dream of the night

That I'd sprout new wings

I'd then take to the sky

In search of new things


I'd flap them hard

I'd crest over the moon

I'd map out the stars

I'd claim the boon


But the wings, feathers they shed

More till first sun's beam

I'd falter back into this shell

Till it's time for a new night's dream

.

My love is in the garden
she sings not to me
but praises the flowers
in sweet melody.

My love is in the kitchen
(when is she never busy?)
humming Home Sweet Home
' Darl, this is mum's recipe'.

My love is in the drawing-room
at her favourite embroidery
' Your socks have holes
   I've mended-they are ready'.

My love and I are in bed
she asks: 'Do you still love me?'
I look into her warm tender eyes:
' You're immortalised in my poetry!'