05 June 2008

A GREAT POEM FOR NARGIS VICTIMS

Burma's non-political flood

Water, water, all around me

But I am so..so… thirsty.

Here, there, human bodies' everywhere

But none alive accompany me and share.

And I look at myself

Broken hopes and empty handed.

And I look further around

Just like a post heavy-battled ground.

Wild cyclone has wiped all things down.


Where are those kids from innocent playground?

Where are students in the green and white uniform?

Where is my town always singing along country rock songs?

Where are my mates who search for freedom and independent?

Where are those local chicks with new-leaf-color lips?

Where are those parents with a too busy habit?

All my questions disappear,

All my answers whisper…and whisperer.

Collaborated disaster of the nature and the dictator!


And I constantly hear voices from my empty stomach

Asking me food, forcing me speak out and stand up.

I silently speak with my loudest, to the entire world

Then mankind's sympathies come and knock my door.


Let me now open my door

'Cause those sympathies will help to fix my wounded floor.

Let me invite them with an open heart

'Cause those sympathies will help my life reconstruct.


Hello Mr. militarists,

Your guns are currently useless,

My demands are urgently needed,

Here, I'm alive, not a corpse yet,

Neither much time left.

Together, let's work out as a nice diplomat!


(Dedicated To My Mother And People Of Burma Who Lost Lives And

Who Are Hardly Survived Under Both Natural And Political Weathers!)


--
yon yon

--
Nm*

http://saveburma.sosblog.com/

1 comment:

yu said...

HI,
I appreciate your poems , i m a student from Media class. and i gotta make a project on Nargis Poems. So i would like to make interview with you online by gtalk . i promise you that we won't publish it in the public. it is just for Media Class and for Class journal.
you can contact me "ms.emilysweety@gmail.com"
with best regards,
Emily