A Leaf on the Beaten Path (& other poems)
An empty glass spoke about charity;
"Give him water, and give her tea."
He looked transparent and unblemished,
even though he had really nothing to give.
He spoke so well and convinced everybody,
they filled him with their hard-earned money. More
Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011-2012
i have never seen in my life
a shooting star passing by
right in front of my very eyes.
but i heard that it quietly arrives
into the hearts of hopeful cries;
just like the effect of a butterfly
from somewhere distant and quiet
that indirectly wakes me up at night.
like a shooting star in a random flight,
i don't know what i should do with my life;
i'm still awake in the middle of the night,
looking for a reason to keep up the fight.
The wind came to me and tried to recite
a poetry in a language that i can't write;
just like a shooting star which prophesies
a future that may only happen after i die.
in the mystery of the universe so infinite,
the shooting star is just a flame of light.
a passing brilliance in the blink of an eye
will not change the darkness of our nights;
a few moments of glory within my lifetime
couldn't help to make the wrong things right.
i haven't found my purpose and i'm really tired,
like the star is shooting and doesn't know why.
when the shooting star didn't come by sunrise,
it angered the folks with big prayers on standby.
i have given up hope even though i haven't tried.
it's just like a fairy tale to let children find delight;
it's just a superstition to help keep our hopes alive.
i should be thankful enough that i have still survived
in this crazy world where many others are deprived
of their basic rights, suffering alone to cringe and die.
~by Ronnie Ng (11th Dec 2011)...