This one fine lady,
albeit, a bit lazy,
from the chinky land,
seems to end every day in frenzy!

avid and energetic was she,
when we flew past the emerald dal,
my muse was she..
over violent times and the lull,

She speaks through the radio,
the voice of the nation,
amidst the never ending show,
some mails can await amidst this commotion..

matters of muse and chinky land may spring...
a warm dusk and a friends mail...every week though!