Poems
Poems
I always envy those who are able to pen
Such wonderful words, like sparkling diamond
Some scholar’s posts could even make history
With such rich words, like a page from literature
I always craved to, but could not become
A wisest, intelligent Scholar, anytime
Never could learn or write words so elegant
Never could reach the heights of wisdom
Still, I keep on writing my deep-felt feelings
Sometimes painful, sometimes meaningless
Still blessed I am, a few do read my poems
Crude, but soaked with deep feelings of a heart.