What a gen to be alive, quite dark and light.
Where regret has become part of day's diet,
When future ahead; vanishing from eye' sight.
How grateful that hard times doesn't come twice
Who isn't in captive? Whom do we pay the price?


The wise always says, this is how it modernize
Dull and dramatic: life nothing to be compromised,
Why do you weep,when tears are unrecognised.
Each day stabbed mentally, yet no wounds to sympathise,
Cold and dead duck; that's how Online classes victimised.


Two past already without rain: shower of knowledge.
Seperated by the sea, i stand far from my Passion
Pandemic like monsoon;everlast yet, never blame.
Even when precious dream fades from your frame.
My silent scream: so loud that, everyone is deaf.


Chingjun Y