I walk alone in the sea of crowd
I push through the tumult of thoughts
Amidst hopeless hope and painless pain
I bring down the cloud in my heart
In hope of thunder and rain
I bring down the rupture in nature
In hope of autumn and spring in barren plain

I shake my shadow
I drape my motto
I hate my bravado
Twirling its tantrum
Like a Shakespeare aficionado

I am the beloved of a tinkering flame
So, myself never wade through
The triple Gems of enlightenment
It always smirks with ghastly disdain
It keeps performing like a broken glass
Pieces there and pieces here
Crack, crack and split
Like a tormented ice
To be reduced into a bleeding blade
Curving and cutting, zigzag and straight
Always It tends to be a frightening block
To terrify the sly raccoon and blind hawk.