~ 2 Oct 2007 ~

Nineteen years from today
I came from my mother's belly
Uttering lamentation
With an uncertain sorrow

With a fiery heart, holy wings
I try to fly towards the zenith
Yet undeceived
Life is an unthinkable long way

Tearing off calendar months
Page by page
Inevasible, with reluctance
Time left without traces

Today
Thinking about the memories
Passing years can never mar
Experiences great and small
That have made us who we are

Future is full of wistful and unfathomable
As i grow older
I perceive to enjoy the winter
Rather than waiting for the summer