I saw a ship in the Ocean Sinking like The Titanic But that is nothing to do with me. I met a beggar Hungering for his meals But that is nothing to do with me. Walk, Walk, Walk and Walk There I will meet the village When roads are ended. I am alive, Ignoring all […]
Read More Nothing to do with meၾကယ္စင္ေတြငိုတဲ့သီခ်င္းသံကို ၾကားရတယ္ August Rush ကဗ်ာဆရာတစ္ေယာက္မဖတ္တတ္တဲ့ ကဗ်ာကို ဖတ္ေနရတယ္ August Rush မင္းရဲ႕ မၿပီးႏုိင္တဲ့ခရီးကို ငါေရာက္ခဲ့တယ္။ ငါကိုယ္တိုင္ သီခ်င္းျဖစ္၊ ကဗ်ာျဖစ္ မင္းေျပာသလိုေပါ့ ငါတို႔အကုန္လံုးက ဂီတပဲ အားလံုးလုပ္ရမွာက အဲဒီဂီတာကို နားေထာင္ဖို႔ နားေထာင္ႏိုင္စြမ္းရွိဖို႔လိုတယ္ဆိုတာ မင္းသင္ေပးခဲ့တယ္ August Rush မင္းေျပာသေလာက္အကုန္မရတာက ငါတို႔အျပစ္ပဲ ကဲ August Rush မင္းလည္းခဏနားပါဦးလား။ ။ ျမတ္မင္းခန္႔ August Rush I hear the song That makes the stars cry. Now I am reading a poem That can’t be read by […]
Read More August RushWorld have her own mother, Like I do. Mother is not form the origin, From the beneficence of her own spirit. Lotus can perish before dawn, Maternal love won’t fade in the twilight. Can you hear me mama I want to come back home without doubt. Sometimes, Mother is a new world to me I […]
Read More MamaTears in the messy rooms Wear the murderous guns. Child soldiers of Iraq Act like a commander in chief. War is over; There is no longer war. What I believe is What I believe not. War is rest in peace Peace is not rest in the World. What I agree is What I disagree. Saying […]
Read More Healthy WorldThe people I found Fit into wound Our ward is like a Burmese funeral Everyone is crying. They look for better places: No war, no enemy, no…, no… Sometimes The sound of hungry Fade in glorious dark. All the promises are died Before dawn. I haul out. But no one answer it, Even an echo. […]
Read More Haul OutI am not a cunning creature Although I can face those who are cunning to me. I am not a wily creature Although I can face the wises The other and I are not as cunning as fox Pathetic is not over, Although my spirit go lower and lower. For the last breathing of mind […]
Read More HumannessAm I man? Without anyone Can man live? Even if I were a wall in Berlin, Breezes and voices could be my friend. But now…. Friends are isolated And scattered between the spaces I fancy friend understood what is suitable. Myat Minn Khant The Open Window Journal, Vol 1, No.1 June 1,2010 Photo By Soe […]
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