Happy the man,and happy he alone,
He,who can call today his own;
He who,secure within,can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst,for I have lived today.
I can write.
But I refuse to be misinterpreted.
I refuse to be judged.
This is why I stay mute.
Remember those days in the colony when not every house had a TV but no one wanted to miss a cricket match? Friends, and sometimes even stran...