“Fields of grass and rice in all of my sight A design in motion fireflies paint that nightWhile the roosters sing the dawning of lightSome say it’s paradise, I say it’s home in all its might.But when the million stars in my piece of skyBegan to pale from those of thousands of milesAnd the call of life beyond burning in all of mineI took off clinging to the shadow of light that passed by.Nestled in my grip are dreams I hitch upon each starA good life for those left behind days of whose Will pass embroidered by stories from afarA medical degree for sister who so loved the worldGreat possibilities my hand can never toilIn my land of creaking bamboos and angry monsoonsOf young and old huddled under the sun’s fiery moons.Once transported in the sky all dreams hung upon the darkThe lights of flame blurred the piece of my anxious skyAs I descended I saw a jewel box of the most precious stonesEach glitter etching the good life I painted in my bonesThe city where its stars burn bright on those who are strong.Faces of people in my heart became faint in the mindOnly voices in the night and the whisper of what bindsThe dreams carefully nurtured in all of our graspMade my spirit fearless, in new vigor I baskAs I pounded the new land, the box of jewels at hand.”