I remember those moment of gullible act,
When we were far away from expensive fact,
Days we admired the shipwreck of integrity,
Season when we felt food is more important than inherent dignity,
I wish we knew reality before the sand child play,
I wish we knew reality before the humorous family display.
I questioned my thought, most of the time; can’t UNITY be defined if the sense of humour of the good old smell was perceived?
Our time was timed, yet tamed,
What a perceptible flame of fame,
We energetical decipher any game,
As long as we were driven by passion..
We so unmindfully neglect the beauty of fashion,
If not for the guidance we would have never appreciated caution,
We believe we can function without audition,
The fragrance of the good old smell still scent nice,
We never gave up until our flesh and heart is wounded,
On this same earth, we acted on our conviction,
When the glory of our truth was no contradiction,
When we the heritage was then the cage of love,
When our childish flaws was hug,
When our dirt was cleanse with awe,
So happy to have remembered the burlesque of the good old smell.