True Love

Those who talk too much are blamed

Those who talk too little are blamed

Those who neither talk too much nor too little

are also blamed

No one is unblamed

Dear Appana, please go on talking

If your words can help to brighten up

the spirits of some poor souls

won’t your talking bring forward

great deeds?

From history we learned that the ladies

who could write beautiful poems

were beautiful ladies themselves

The poems are the mirrors of the souls

an evil mind cannot produce beautiful things

whatever things they may be!

My path is full of obstacles

I’m still in the tunnel

It doesn’t matter

I’ve seen the light at the other end

I’ve heard a girl singing:

The sky is blue

My love for him is true.

I’ll reach the exit at Pulau Ubin

unless the sea water crushes in

and drowns me to death

If Ta Pei Kong is willing

I shall see the beautiful girl

who will be plucking wild flowers

at the exit of the tunnel.

As expected, the girl was there

with a bouquet of flowers

I gave her some money

and took the flowers

to place in front of the Buddha statue

As I bowed down on the floor

She put all the money she had

into the donation box and bowed beside me

She told me

she didn’t need any more money

with me around her

We shall walk, hand in hand toward Nirvana

It doesn’t matter if it takes a billion years

With this pure person beside me

A billion years is but an hour!

Who else do I need?

(END)

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