A Tribute To Poet Yiyan Han's Poetry Collection (Thinker's Invisible Wings - 101 Chinese-English Bilingual Poems)

You can walk, run, swim, fly
More and more far and high
There is everything
No limitation, no ring

I sipped the tequila, the spirit of the poetic roses
Belonging with the elixir flavor
East to west on the invisible wings
Hugging all seasons I wander

Carparachne- the huntsman hunts the sands of reality
Imagination where the inspiration grows maturely
Poetic panorama hunts Yiyan in the womb of polished thoughts of the era
With physics and scientific research, he paints the literary supernova

Affectionate emotions paint the true canvas of life in the poetical chains
Where society of thought recreates the infrastructure of earthly veins

Fallen petals become withered on the lap of Tian-an-men Square
No songs greeted the springs but
The rough day signed on the historical pages of soar

Freedom became a slave in the name of revolutions
Democracy trapped in the republic humility
No arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder could bloom
In the smiling flowers of Hua Xia snatching diversity

But longing for the spring for your flying bee
Where Yiyan dreamed of the messenger of peace, blessings, and tide of mercy

How many sweet winters come and go
But the Republic flowers of the country do not come to make free
The land and men's hope stay untrue

Motherly hands burned in the furnace of fascism
No child cries for the heavenly lap of the born
But answers loudly- Oh; Beautiful lie! - all alone

In the motherly cave, the lullabies invoke the file,
The sleeping of the blessed heaven for the child

Heartbroken mourning in the sleepy eyes
Though the youthful blood dances on the soul of poetry
As the love where never ends the breaths, smiles, and tears

And promises under the golden sunset hold
The bullets wipe off the print of Commufascism
To make the next generation
In the noble purple world's fusion

Let the voice come touching the heart of Xiangjiang
To be accompanied by the beauty of Mid-Autumn
In the birthplace to bury the CCP shame

And the green island where the annihilated value charms
The Taiwanese angel east to west
Where melody of liberty echoes for the courageous Empress

No life has the stoppage but the fair death
In the horrible beautiful pause of breath
Continue the genetic mutation is bound to transpire
To encounter the patriotic adventure

There is God - the belief in eternity
In the breath of notorious lives has no mercy
But the humanitarian pious makes history
Need to grow up in this life to be helpful
To be democratic to make free all in good rule

Eat, drink, and be merry with the delicious thought
Without forgetting that childhood, be human though in odd
Life is daffodil's fairness- comes and goes silently
Transience can be enjoyed in the state of humanity

Alone Night of the Young Maiden writes living poetry
By the ink of tears on the epitaph she inscribes the life of dreary

Freedom is a dictatorship chain where everyone is trapped in
Free can't be a carefree soul of life if justice is denied lien

Beautiful flowers bloom to beautify the freedom
Where seeds of humanity sprout to sort free ground

Blank papers where the loudest silence dreams to be free
But the dreams of the Chinese inscribe the fate of the century

Flag of the political fate manipulates the history of the nation
Mother of the People waits for the democratic rotation

In the Kyiv, the maiden revolution raises the flag
Under the blue sky, all are inspired by the heroic jack

Stand up in the public, raise the true voice against the crimes
Fabricating facts of tyranny to be silent is coward rhyme

Come, come for the truth where your attendance is knowledge
Learn yourself wherever you are accompanied by the mass

In learning the self there is the taste of freedom
For which need to open inner eyes against fascism
The grand square of the freedom is enlightened by the holy blood
There, peace is eternal dawn, no death can touch the Martyred

Helping hands make friendship among the invincible warriors
On the liberty square, the democratic revolution bans the horrors

Thinking is the reflection of the wisdom in the human mind
The darkness of invisibility becomes the light in the thinker's vein

In your hand the democracy, in your hand the country
You can bring the ever-smiling glory of republic O' President Lee

No eagle eyes I have but the righteous pen can see
The true and false can be justified by the words of witty

War is the heroic showcase but no hero can make the freedom
Death is sewed urn of the war where the gambler has many norms

Commufascism is the terms of tyranny in the reign of communist
No ideology is safe for the human world in its ruling fist

In the tyrannical war world, we believe in Almighty God
We believe very soon the Savior will come to us at any cost

The red flag is flying blazingly in the peasant womb
For the new Tian-an-men, it'll moderate the old home

If you can do whatever you want to do
Then learn independence by reviewing you

March towards to grasp the spring blossoms of fertile hope
Where the ancestor's spiritual soul is waiting for a virtuous loop

To kill the mass people in the name of peace is not a revolution
To prescribe a new constitution in the name of freedom is not democracy
To change clothes in the name of aristocracy is not civilization
To address a well-polished speech as the name of politics is not humanity

Mau's death, Mandela's sacrifice is not a momentary slip of the greatness
Be human by heart, be human by work, be human by born for world fairness

For the goddess those invincible young souls are rest in peace
I dare not to stay slumbering to be pleased

Pandora's box is nothing but human greedy mind
Forgetting necessity it chases the tempted unkind

A flower is a flower though it's from the Wild Valley
None and nothing can decline its inner beauty

Brave-heart soldiers never die but death is melodrama in their life
Their sacrifice begets the peaceful freedom of their Indigenous
Though the sigh of sorrow builds a memorial tomb in the hearts
Yet future history marches towards following their ideological verse

The Green Earth is hijacked by the war a gambling fair
Famine and death- as usual feeder of the daily newspaper

How many deaths do you need to be satisfied O' Imperialist?
How much wealth do you need to be comforted O' Aristocrat?
How much tears and blood do you need to fill the ocean of your feast
But remember- every birth is fixed to death maybe early or late!

God is very near- His messengers though have gone
But His lessons are very clear in their messages' tone
O! Confess to God, ask for His mercy
O! Ask for His love to be always happy

Thought is a human active brain, wisdom where humanity lives as sane
Thoughtful wisdom becomes knowledge to make free from the elvish chain

Time is a mysterious power for the righteous ruler
It gives the relax all but gives up all never
It wanders on its way silently
And it comes to justify strongly

Truthfulness makes the compassionate human persevering everywhere
The beauty of eternity is hidden in the patience though its ordeal is bitter

Many questions and answers are approved in the daily activities of earth
But the starting and ending point of the universe is stopped in the quay of what's birth

For the learning thinker's invisible wings never stop to fly
Though it becomes tiring in the time frame, but another one is ready to try

©Mahtab Bangalee
August 28,2024
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(It's a tribute to Poet Yiyan Han's " Thinker's Invisible Wings - 101 Chinese-English Bilingual Poems" - where the Poet enlisted my poem " You are my poem" and I feel honored. Though I abstained from writing for many days for personal problems, I tried my best to read and understand the book from my own perspective. Emotions, Life, Society, and Thinks & Reflect- by the entitled poet divided the book into four chapters. Poet has keen attention to society and world activities which are reflected in his own writings. In my tribute I tried to write according to my understanding on the base of the Poet Yiyan Han poetical expression.

" Thinker's Invisible Wings - 101 Chinese-English Bilingual Poems" is a collection of beautiful classics and modern poems from around the world, in both Chinese and English. The author has also presented his personal attention to the society, pursuit of universal values, and depiction of love and beauty in his own elegant verses which are truly affectionately written, and show his love and care for the world.

About the Author of " Thinker's Invisible Wings - 101 Chinese-English Bilingual Poems" : - Yiyan Han, a British Chinese with Bachelor, Master and PhD degrees in Physics, had pursued a career in scientific research for many years, and published quite a number of papers in international journals. His current job is in cloud computing and infrastructure management, which still is in the area of science, but he has kept a keen interest in literature since his childhood. In his spare time, he has been writing and doing Chinese-English literature translations, especially poetry, for many years. Works such as poetry, short fictions and comments on current affairs have been mostly published on various websites. He has also got a wide range of hobbies, such as taking photographs, growing plants and vegetables and playing badminton.)