On honest writing
My flat, straight, straight forward,
unbending, unyielding writing pad,
falls down as if to protest in joining
with my slender refill quill which
will not slander and quibble
in unjust manner,
what is the protest about?
You pluckers or pundits
or pundits of pluckers ,
or concoction of both,
don’t you ever dare to encroach
our salutary field !
our writing is the fresh blossomed
bunch of flowers unplucked,
in the morn when dew drops
still cringe to those fragrance.
The idea, germination,
A tabula Rasa,
A tabula Rasa.
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