Myanmar Poem

Adorable Mother’s Admirable Journey By Tin Moe

Gee up “HE!” promts the bulls to go forward with bell jingling,

A few who could tarry in rest house hear it and tally beads.
And so the British period passed.

Bombs booming and aeroplanes wheezing;
Seek shelter in a religious dwelling
The one ventures in up and down riverine… Read [...]