It's a frog
In the pond of your heart
It is there by birth
It keeps croaking, croaking croaking
Like the alarm it breaks your sleep
And disrupts dail activities

Pull it out to the road to be mowed

Gather pieces of your grief,
Make them into a bundle,
Put it on your shoulders,
Carry it to the sea,
Leave it in the water.

Sit at fire
Sip coffee
Bite some baked chicken
Dance a bit
Have sound sleep

We have such capacity
I've done it
It's now your turn

Love rhymes, if lovers are in each other's arms, and creates waterfall music that's a delicious cake
At the celebration of anniversary

In the deep night
You remember the moment
Your child had shouted at you
Then you sense it was your failure as a father
Because you couldn't inculcate enough goodness in him

Being alone amidst nature isn't horrifying
It's rather a delicious adventure
And the heart is never ready to go back

Smile
Is the best ointment

To remove the scars left by anger

Zero has no value physically
Still it gives life to digits and make them valuable

Never devalue any human being