(Copy right reserved by the poet.)
What's the use of this life?
I think and drown myself into solitude.The stream of my thought flows always.But, two thoughts never meet.They run
together.One is full of optimism.The other is pessimistic.I'm torn between these two.
A river of the will,
Plays in my mind.
I call her to come out,
But she stays behind.
...
Trees can live for hundreds of years,
They well know to live together!
They tuft to earth, as child's to mom,
Light, water, and air they do share!
...
Walk with me for a while,
Throw your glum, and please, smile-
Our heaven is not very near.....
See there a grove of pine,
...
Long, long, long, long ago,
There lived a man named Santiago
He loved to play his pipe day long,
By the rivulet and hill along.
...