Today is my birthday I’m eighty
I think of my Mom giving me birth a deed mighty
It was at a time of war and sorrow
Everyday Mom said was a day borrowed
There’s the usual jubilation of a new-born to the family
The hardship of bringing me up in scarcity was not a worry

The eighty years of my experience were quite extraordinary
Wars deaths dislocation and change required adjustments many
We lived through threats struggle and hope supported by sheer ingenuity
Under my parents’ protective wings I had luck and freedom plenty
I learned more from practical challenges than schools which was intermittent
My aspiration and achievement carry the Chinese cultural imprints incessant

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At hours two seventeen
I woke to see the sky in a web of sheen
Thunderclaps hit in an instant
Shaking my building from no distance
Terrified I turned to look
Ten more series of thunders broke
They peel and bolt
Turning me breathless fears provoked
Nature is showing its wrath
The spheres in a whirl bath Continue reading →

Hours after midnight
High above dormant city-lights
Hangs a cobalt blue sky
No wind or sound
When people are in deep slumber
The world is mine to ponder  Continue reading →

Beneath grey clouds and pale-blue sky
Scattering patches of orange pink rise
Further up a protruding cloud is silver-lined
To complete this fascinating picture of dawn  Continue reading →

Toronto in July One
I’ve come to join the fun
Drawn by waves of sound and noises
Amid screams jeers and demanding voices
For rights to differ and to expose Continue reading →

Nature’s sky seldom feature a single colour
Nor does the sun come out in one manner Continue reading →

Black Rain Prelude

At hours two seventeen
I woke to see the sky in a web of sheen Continue reading →