When I retire

I will leave poetry
And journeyed on a trip
To heaven
To visit the eternal rock of
ages
I will tour to Rome to visit the
largest city
I will glimpsed at the sun
on the cloudy sky.

When I retire
I will leave rebellious earth
To gossip about our nation
And express my emotions to
The saints in heaven.

When I retire
I will engage into flowering trees
So thoughtful the street says .
Watering my flowers with cool
Waters .

When I retire
I will be leaving my fellow
Poets and poetess
In the forest of poetry
When I retire
My uniqueness and passion
For writing will be gone to east

When I retire
I will open a splendor bookshop
Where the young erudite can seek
For knowledgeable books

When I retire
The street will miss my
bitter truth about the nation
When I retire
The Beautiful jewels will lost
Their virginity at nights
When I retire
The street will be embedded
With mysterious sounds.

When I retire
The community won't stop lingering
About my disappearance.