Blink into yesteryears
Bulbul, Primrose, I trust
My kindergarten friends.

Living far in cold blond land
Miss the smiling morning sun
A wake up call for mother earth
Sunshine and the cheerful warmth.

Today, cynical sky hang pretty low
Outside my clean polished large window;
Another gloomy dark day to follow, I know.
“Be grateful, thank your stars, you’re in paradise…
You lived hell, now you dwell in heaven,”
Said the easy going light coloured man.
“Correct!” “Well, but if I only knew
The bleak cold grey heavenly view,
I would beg to differ with you,
Your concept, of my solace!”

At a luncheon,
The fair gentleman
Was made to eat his words.