At the top of my heart realm's mountain
I look far beyond my eyes could reach
Thinking if I could go to the earth's fountain
And seek how waters couldn't leach

Mother earth is full of water 
Yet, seen everywhere but restricted 
If man hasn't travel miles on wisdom's alter
We would relax on all God earlier constructed

Crying birds have their uniqueness right
Each voice sings differently both day and night 
Make me blossom on earth 
That history retreats my prints after death

I don't care if my pen goes pink
As far as it continues blinking 
Retraced faded inks won't sink
And its effects shall keep inking...

Let my peace be so still 
That agony deals with emptiness 
Let inks climb the highest hill
To grace cure to all riskiness