Within a privacy of a room, with curtains closed,
and a dim light, a wife politely asked her...

I wanna go
where the page is white...

A man once said
the truth is...

I write what I write
Just to write what I have to write...

the number of infected people keep on rising
like waves trying to drown us...

What if I write a sonnet just for you?
You’ll get the extra credit you so need...

Oh sweet heart
I can feel your ache...

Dark night
where the moon often hides amidst the clouds...

a yellow flower
at the edge of a mountain...

“when I was a kid
I used to play in the garden...

an apple on a tree
a birdie on a bush...

If possible, I'll be like a laptop, my Lord.
hold me in your hands...