An Affectionate Syndrome
Mystified by the churning totem, oh beauty!
Someone must defy her existence.
What are you, a wonderful serendipity?
In this life, I must magnify your presence.
I always confine myself to swim in this sky,
Wander naked and whistle for the ‘Mango Tree’.
But given the circumstances, I comply and fly.
Memory makes me want to jump again and be free.
The dilemma of having you becomes inedible jelly.
Deep inside me, it must implode.
Oh, I still adore you for complementing my wishful journey!
Regret – why didn’t I meet you before?