Who will clean the wastes of the society and the individuals?

If you haven’t got anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

Same as some of you, I will not pay much attention on something useless. Nevertheless when I find those things are useful, they has been already thrown into the rubbish bin!

Nothing but scraps and scars make up Earth…

A poem About a childs Exercise Book.

This is just the imagery that came to mind when I watched the Shock-In-Awe attack on tv, a few years back. I don’t want to get into a war or politics discussion with anyone. I was just giving a poetic description of it.

Finding refuge in beauty.

A poem for today.

The child who has to be born wishes to see the beauty of the world, but was hindered from seeing the light.

Social-political verse.