Leaving the sky was my fire!
A golden glow afar did inspire.
The ocean water spars
Reflected in it, stars!
Diamond dance on blue.
Founding amidst my gaze, a dew!
Sweet, soft breeze touches me.
The reeds bow down amazingly and free!
Cool, white sand beneath my feet
Tide got afraid to come and greet!
Shaking my eyes and wonder not
What is near God, tide hasn’t caught!! …
I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship.
As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again.
"THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!"
My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon.
As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country.
My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft.
"THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!"
"THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"
February 14, 2017 at 2:27 pm
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