(Not sure of joy or sadness) I cried
Cried, cried and cried while
The other laughed, laughed and laughed
When I opened my eyes, I
Cried (sure of happiness)
What could be better for a baby
Of the warm bosom of mother
Or chilling hug of father?
When I became a child
The earth, my kingdom
The house, my heaven
My parents, my angels
And above all, God, my friend
When I became teen
I floated in the sea of charming beauty
What word was better than luxury?
What mental occupation could be but matching of superficial beauty?
Fashion was the only thing away of vanity
When I became youth
I lost my only friend
I lost my identity card
(Of course not sure of having it first)
Puberty ruined my ship of wish
Among the wave’s leap
Can I pair my cracked ship?
Can I find my identity card?
Can I reconcile with my old friend again?
Can I save myself of the roaring waves in the adulthood?
What wise man can respond to my philosophical question?
“Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust”