REVIVE
No leaves of mine are dead.
They are alive—have a few breath;
After the detachment,
In Long winter of my life,
The flowers you planted in my garden
Are all withered by the society
So hereafter I need to water ‘em again
For I am an unsuccessful lover
And then a savage poet.
And
I will start to nurture ’em
And for sure I will revive the trees again
Shifting ‘em to another ground.
And let ’em bask
On the strands of my knowledge.
Hope thereafter
Those parts of me
Will bloom out
Like the jasmines
On a moonless night.
©Mr. ECZ
