I was born in a mixed parentage family.
I have to learn and live with 4 different culture, custom, language, color and perspective at the same time.
Advocating kindness to all with no prejudice is my aim.
Freedom with justice is more valuable with the affirmative modesty and wisdom.
Living my live with passion and compassion
I’m nothing more than a servant of humanity.
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Malaya Roses Poems
A Foolish Step
Bright moon was here, Before a sandy lies After the lips of hatred Telling aloud
A Pure Love
The songs are calling Heavenly seduction The love is appealing Honest or lucid
Fly, My Kite
Fly high my kite Taste the air Touch the clouds At once
Father Is not only to create But to nurture To care
Write to the wall Living death Could be here with passion Compassion to survive
Goodbye Port Of Sadness!
Why am I here? Standing still At a port of sadness No words could be heard
The FOOL In Lust
Are you blind or eyes were gone In lust or many more To grab the dust of grass Filling your never ending desire
Never Come Back To Me
Solitude in grey Almost here Undefined portrait of beauty Mesmerizing wave was silent
Some lies are meant for good Some lies are meant for bad Some truth made to provoke Some truth made to invade
Sand or soil I want your death At this knee Bend to seven seas of regret
Dearest love Could you plait the stitches On my skinless bone and flesh The bleeding heart
I am sending my love To the world Green grass is about to grow Golden sunrise is showering the last
I am the ONE
You can't hold me! ! Cos over you is nothing Been everywhere in this earth You are still nothing
From a parched terra firma I am coming to you Surrender to your chest The best wing
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A Foolish Step
Bright moon was here,
Before a sandy lies
After the lips of hatred
Anticipation was kneading hard
Prejudice on dice
Gamble of jealousy
Might be a finale
We lost everything
Mislaid the same moon
After the dusk
Nothingness is due
Resentment was more
Entranced by greed,
Foolish step is always taken.
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