Nevertheless, I still have 2 of them left and in case I lost them again, I shall post them here. But I think my English have a lot of room for improvement!
I written the first one in early 2007:
The Wind Mill
We all knew what we want; that’s why we came here
But at the first innocent glance; it wasn’t crystal clear
The foliages and blossoms, so colorful they blinded me
Distracted by the mystified sky, I know not what is mockery
Brawn and sturdy, the windmill stood
Barely oblivious, it did what it could
It can’t leave the lush; it felt it needed them
It was their immaculate glamour, that shaped its lifeless fans
The time has arrived. I am ready to run.
To race for the tireless blades; and all its glorious garland
But what stood in front, was a barren field
As now the mill turns, for the other in lieu
Arriving at the new town, I’m helplessly lost
‘Cause we were never far away but our paths never crossed
The second one was written in late 2007 to take part in a ST Life Home Renovation Competition. It was never published of coz.
Space @ My Humble Home
The smell of home is in the Air.
There is no luxury of space, nor splashes of lavish paint;
Not to mention, that its sense of modern cosmopolitance is faint.
But it is filled with sweet memories of nostalgic childhood;
Coupled with the simplicity of life and its all we asked for, if we could..
Tired of the colorful, vivid world,
And disheartened by what power and dollars can lure.
We yearn to return to a home of lush and serenity;
Affection and warmth… just you and me.
This unpolished piece of raw jade;
To us, it is already heaven-made.
What mattered is the love that went into its creation;
And the inherent affinity for bliss in this space.
We already have a dream…
And what we envisage that is not at all warped
It just needs the special magic wand, to power it up.
I wished I was able to retrieve my previous collection of poems. Because I think I will not be able to do anything like that anymore
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