Treasure Island

john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

The World is Round


see the world is round see
it goes round and round
a darma wheel, balancing up
good and evil, day and night

every inch of the globe has
its bright and dark hours
each man his triumphs and losses

see the world goes round and round
even the eyes are created round
to have an all-round view of things
and not a skewered world

see the world goes round and
round, a darma wheel as we move
from one creation to the other

Submitted: Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, June 10, 2009

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  • Priyanka Bhowmick (6/10/2009 2:18:00 AM)

    misery n happiness comes alternatively one after another... these things r well sprinkled in dis piece. (Report) Reply

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