In the dead of night,
Nefarious bullying whim
Scuff through my scanty life;
Obliged to watch the night I
...
Blessed are the downtrodden, whose
ego crumble under the jackboot of yoke--
for they will fall no more
...
On a journey of free rein, our life, the aged
chameleon linger behind at the rear,
on a promising but, thorny terrain
...
In the tree, at the rear of the sea,
where nature pitched her tent--
mountains and valleys lived together
...
her snow-drenched peak clinch and irk,
little stray bird dampen with snow
mull the where about of the flock
...
driven nocturnal mammals from their lair
with indelible bruises of political whip, dawn
through twilight we are engaged in rat race
...