Running with the van of death, till her legs couldn't defeat the wheels
Lonely road in awful calmth, not a shoulder for cry and share
Covid hit her love went far, without even a parting kiss.

Colorful days pouring like snow, winter not but so cold inside
Picking them in baskets of memories, I set a hell fire of love
Let my days burn into ashes, spreading heat to loving dear ones.

The dragon dance of death,
Born in silent Wuhan
Round and round far it goes,
Filling ballrooms of Rome
Hip Hop, Tap, Rock and Roll
Taking breaths of poor souls
Healthy youth fit to dance,
Saving our elder lives.

The golden king of days,
Ruling sky just for hours.
Sparkling jewels of nights,
Fading at destined time.
Dipped in wealthy waters,
Ah! Dark days yet to come.
If feet are soaked in mud,
Yes! Sun is rising soon.

Folded once, again in line
Scraping with great claws of fate
Bended, flattened and then when
stretched to life, my paper boat
Ready for sail, crew of dreams
Gusts of wind in sweeping sea
Till paper torn, we will flee.

One drop fell down, one followed more
Then my count failed, free downpour
From two cloudy eyes, tears wishes feet
My lone miseries, life's endless beat.

On my bay, a sweet sparrow sat
Flown from far, but resting at last
In his beak a thread, thin long
Kept his weight down, started a song .

Weary of singing, he looked over wings
In such small frame, life joyfully blinks
Then I spot his one-legged walk
How shameful my moans, how so dark!

Oh God, tiny wings evinced glee
In his woes, but a king in flee.