Author zong xuan

The morning sky, painted with a Familiar hue, Reminds me that I am in fact Home. But the city calls me a stranger, Because I speak a different tongue.   Neighbours as much as we are, Oddly, We fit in… Continue Reading →

My palms are sweaty, wide grin, I’m deliriously happy. Heart palpitated in trepidation Like a student about to fail his examination, As I looked at the calendar. To excitement I surrender. Because it is just two more days, two more… Continue Reading →