My eyes donot want to overflow any more,
The cup of my heart is empty...

Truth is my aim,
Not the wordy game...

Devils sing and dance
ever intense laughters...

With each beat of drum,
We fell before thee...

The poets and the poetry lovers,
Here do we flock...

~My Tanka poem~
poor, cool laborers...

Of herd instincts,
Never so worst...

If you want to be intelligent and wise,
If you want moon of your insight to rise...

I look forward to a day,
When i too shall have my say...