Life is but an obscure odyssey
That may alter into meaningless adyssey
we stroll not but travel such a tricky way
For the sun shine to brighten each passing day

No one can perceive and predict what thou may
have to had or hold in thine life. Who is sure to say
“.. a cake and card for birthday from the darling…”?
As bees cannot be for the flowers when wind blows.

Brightly, gentle breeze of karma kissed us together.
Certainly, flesh and bone will part at decay, whether
We bear the bitter pain of black fear
or sweet attachment of sugared near and dear.

Thou never know love echoes hither and thither
see butterflies and bees flutter from one to another
Her sweet scent, her pleasant nectar they perish
Unlike thy urbane nature, very nicely I cherish

Non-green note of thine, neglects true love reasoning fate
Who knows not, love as a key to unlock the life’s gate
and life as a little lantern to light the darkneess of unborn love
Death of tree and birth of mushroom are  blessed entirely from above.