A new Poem on a Thursday morning. This is a Poem inspired by life again. I have written this poem in 2 phase. So you might find 2 mindset playing in the poem. Hope you enjoy.
Like the whirlpool in the Ocean,
Like the typhoon from the sky;
Like those forest fire of the east,
Like those natives in the beach.
And those swirl inside my mind,
And the wind runs with the time;
And those fire in my breast;
All native today put to rest.
For those fortune you would not carry;
For that maiden you would not marry,
For that life you crossed the gorge,
For today I see all in the morgue.
Why not seek for our own roots?
Why not we go back to the books?
Why not pioneer a new momentum?
A new race under your ever smiling sun?