Oh they pleaded,
women, men
young and old,
'let us pass through that sea'
to a place where we could start all over',
yet their voices fall into deaf ears
of their brothers and sisters
from another mother land,
hopeless they remain drifted
in the treacherous sea
feeling unwanted, unloved
forever rejected,
by the policies of the modern
migration...

the unworthy sea-going boat,
becomes their coffin
and the sea and the seafloor become
their graveyards,
the common fate of boat people - the asylum seekers.

Whispers,
I hear in my ears
from the wind
that carries your message
across the ocean
to reach me
in the city of million people
filled with the ecstasy of
modern civilisation of social networking.
Alas! power blackout across the city,
No Facebook, no twitter, no another other social network!
I can't reply your message,
the wind has stopped blowing, too.

Whispers,
I hear in my ears
from the wind
that carries your message
across the ocean
to reach me
in the city of million people
filled with the ecstasy of
modern civilisation of social networking.
Alas! power blackout across the city,
No Facebook, no twitter, no another other social network!
I can't reply your message,
the wind has stopped blowing, too.

Love is worth some sacrifice
For you, my love;
I sacrifice interesting careers for you,
I sacrifice resources for your heart
I sacrifice my unbroken heart for you to have it broken
Knowing that all those sacrifices I made are all worthwhile
Just to be with you forever and a day.

Peace, the perfect total peace in me today
When there is serenity
In my mind, heart and soul
All in harmony with the portion of me,
'The portion of my existence'.