The most precious wealth
Is your health!
A healthy you is a better you
Or suffer all illness and flu
The most precious wealth
Is your health!
A healthy you is a better you
Or suffer all illness and flu
Sitting on a minibus
My heart thumping in my chest
The driver leaking
Chrysanthemum tea
The blinding symphony of lights
Reflecting behind me
Continue reading Hong Kong – The Filling Inside My Dumplings
I joined a writing workshop,
Where I learnt to join my dots;
And picked the art of writing,
To give wings to my thoughts.
When the roads are covered with beds of snow,
Winter has arrived, everyone should know.
When you see lights and decor,
A big christmas tree and so much more!
This virus is called Corona;
It came from China.
The roads are silent;
Many people can’t go camping in the tent.
We ambled through the forest,
Footsteps quiet as the night;
Shadows haunted the scenery,
As we waited for the light.
The human digestive system is complex;
Though it works with a movement reflex.
The system always in its hands,
Has the alimentary canal and the associated glands.
Imagine a bright and sunny day,
And you are imagining your way;
Now, here comes the disturbance,
Some questions, which make no sense.
Corona, Corona go away,
To send you far is there any way?
Am compelled to stay at home,
Against my wish to roam.
Mother, Mother you are so precious to me,
You do all the work, I see.
You are so beautiful,
You are always cheerful.