I board the boat of thought
Whenever I want to write
But my hand is still
And many question arise
What should I write?
The darkness of the society or light
Or a romantic story of emotion
Or write the struggle of revolution
Or sketch the sigh of War
That gives death till far
Or write the history of bravery
Those show their cruel Savagery
Or plan drama on the ruin of humanity
Or sigh on death of morality
Or describe how to people hate
Or weep on my devil’s fate?
Such many questions arose
Whenever I longed to compose
And still my hands is still
But I will write. Yes I will.
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