I wrote my submission for the CUEGU on the spur of the moment. I probably wrote it more for myself, to give vent to my frustrations with the disturbing path that CUHK, and academia as a whole, have been going down. I was not expecting any response from anybody. Somehow the message got circulated annonymously, and a long-time colleague at the Faculty, on reading the submission, had a hunch that it had been written by me. She wrote to me about that, and when I confirmed with her that it had indeed been written by me, she shared with me a poem that she had written.
This was a very pleasant experience to me. My colleague had understood me well enough to be able to tell easily that the message for the CUEGU was written by me. And her poem that she was now sharing with me was an invaluable gift for me. With her consent, I copy her poem below. It is a beautiful poem: thought-provoking, resonating, and at the same time, heartwarming. She had written the poem in response to a picture that a friend of hers had been sending her for two consecutive Christmas’s.