My Time . . .

Passion was the bead

Which dropped from my hands while I was praying . . .

Days come and go

But faith always says no . . .

 

Victim is someone

Who use to bitterly spell the word justice . . .

As I was late,

I could never be escape . . .

 

Sometimes,

Being me is bothering me . . .

Smile, smile and smile

'Till the day all the hope spoil . . .

 

Bell for me will be tolled one day . . .

An ordinary day . . .

(BS)