Nostalgia

So rambling stories I have to begin with
Of my childhood's wooden carved trolley
Those plastic tube while run much too slow
Albeit snowy slopes;I wouldn't mind to worry

I'd spin it round, and round again
Till my arms go twisted back along
While you pull my ears, O' Mother, dear
"It's a circle, not a square! ", to be done

My choices - so naive ,and what a square is?
"It will rotate quick, mother! ", I'd cry out loud
She'd hold me back, and hug me tight then
And would smile for a dreamer boy in me.
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Peace Please

Under a powerful notion today- time is
Another crossfire;a self implanted idea
Beneath that,something more fragile may be
A concept so 'profound' named 'nationalism'
Should I buy another propaganda'?
Should I fuel a feud??
You know it so right,
'This city hears only at times'
And near to edge,
Then only it can be lured!May be
But then,
Who am I, and who are you?
Just a meaningless temporal flesh and bones??
If light's so short,to hold and to be bought
Why not sit around and talk,for love that we own.
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