If You Bloom At The Razor’s Edge,
Then I Have To Get Ready For The War My Dearest.
If I Die In The Battlefield,
Please Bury Me In An Unknown Lover’s Graveyard.
A Young Recruit Scribbles On The Rifle Butt While Resting In A Campsite

I Saw A Homeless On The Road In Front Of A Skyscraper
And He Was Throwing Peanuts From His Holey Pocket To Stray Pigeons With A Toothless Smile.
Oh! What A Lovely Morning?
Seeing A Strange Person Who’s Peniless But He Feeds Others Without Any Hesitation.
And He Knows The Bird-Language Well It Seems.

* A Humble Dedication To My Sick Friend Jerry Who’s Very Quiet Nowadays And May He Recovers Very Soon And Back To The Site As Usual.