Weeds of Fields, Flowers in Bouquets - 2

Weeds of Fields, Flowers of Bouquets -2

I cry for children who cannot call fathers father,

I cry for children who cannot call mothers mother.

I, threatened like weed plundered from rich soil.

I, threatened like stain on printed cloth.

I, threatened, ought be drops from rain,

ought be rocks from mountains,

ought be trees from forest,

ought be ice from glaciers.

O, who needs be grains of sands from desert lands.

O, who needs be sons and daughters of motherland.

For taught I Give am tendered; Keep am threatened.

I cry for fathers, who knows not their sons.

I cry for mothers, who knows not their daughters.

I cry for my country, who knows not their people.

- Rosa Sinensis, 2010 -

Weeds of Fields, Flowers in Bouquets

Weeds of Fields, Flowers of Bouquets

Weeds of Field,

Muds of Rivers,

Flowers of bouquets,

Bricks of shelters.

-Rosa Sinensis, 2010 -

What I am, is defined by where I am.

But I in particular cannot be defined.

In Malaysia, I am a Chinese. In Australia, I am an Asian.

In China, I am a Malay. In overall, I am of nowhere.

Sunshine, Lollipop and Rainbow

Dating back to 2005, I have tremendous amount of blogs written to express my feelings and anger. Most of it did not come to a successful end, where I have trashed them into the infinity cyber space.

Blogs have been so interesting as they are modern literature chosen by the author. For me, I have not much contributed or constantly updated post to my blogs, thereby unable to attract any sum of viewers.

Nonetheless, the existence of my blog is not to attract people. My blogs may not be like those of famous bloggers who post rivalry, shame and unkind comments of certain events or being. My blogs would be of the famous bloggers who share their passion and knowledge to others, keeping others inform of wonderful things to be remembered in the world - Sunshine, Lollipop and Rainbow.