Poem: Will come again in colorful life
We don’t want to be lost in the blue world of drugs. I give my word, I will return. I will return. Endless sky, be my witness, be my witness eastern wind, be my witness always. I give my words, I will come. There are lots of promises in this poem…
I have a big dream, one day I will give shelter or home to many street children who have no dreams, no food.
Personally I am a happy person. I have a happy family & my surrounding people love me.
My personal likings are: reading book, handicraft, watching movie, cooking.