My China Story

Picture of the author.[Photo provided to chinadaily.com.cn]

Neither some sadness, nor a story

By choosing these maverick paths

I am, and it is my China story

I write with purples pens,

On a diary of fading greens,

Pages spared helpless creases,

And questions come now and then

Whey and how I stumbled,

Long and fare places I have rumbled,

Some excitements come and go,

May fate and hope got crumbled

The moments and momentums,

Dithering like thundering winds,

Wrinkling through and beyond worries,

Sometimes fade and others a phantom

Time and places, moved on many faces,

Faced varying cultures and creeds,