Under the wishing tree,
When will he ever come?
The knight of breastplate armour,
How will he looked like?
The answer relies on the wishing tree.
Merry go’ round the wishing tree,
Lips trembling, making a wish,
Chanting mantra in diagonal truth,
Where’s my knight?
He is inside you all the while.
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Once again, I want to thank all of you who have ‘liked’ my yesterday’s entry, and also have been following my blog. It’s my pleasure to announce that my site had achieved 100 Likes! Thanks to each one of you.
Deborah Wong 
Well written!
Thank you. Someone inspired me to write this. 🙂
I am not much of a poem expert (I studied science) but I do enjoy reading poems. Sometimes I can interpret them, but there are times when I have read some really tough ones that I never could make head or tail. Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem! Have a lovely weekend!
Thanks for your comment, Liz. You have a great weekend too. Poetry is very subjective. Acceptance is the greatest point. And yet some like it simple, some like it with complexity. I can’t say what style I’m into. I write based on feelings. I love Sylvia Plath, Elizabeth Browning and a lil’ like Coleridge, Keats, Blake…
Liz, everybody is born with a talent. Yours is obvious! Cooking! So don’t let that one off. Even if I’m not in the position to cook, I STILL love reading your blog. *wink*