Hello, to the olden stars above
Hello, to the wealthy palm groove
Hear my solemn pledges
Of which, have kissed pages
Starting from local to foreign'
It exists, both under sun or rain
Written from the heart of poetry
In order of expressional offertory
Though, heads heed to the heard
But, without action, - head is dead'
My parents faced thorns to train me
My loyalty bailed me, now, I am free'
Behold, when I must have become a man
Cockpits of impacts will hug every man
Towers and powers' - will bend for me
Extreme wealth, is what I foresee
I shall be very great and powerful'
I would tell my childhood stories to the full
To every growing child, I see then
And my humanity mission would reign.
(A salient prolific author...)