Tuesday, May 17, 2011

A Poem of the Moon

I love…
Dad, Mom and my buddies..
I want to go
To the village that Dad and Mom've always accounted of.

I want to know
About the language, literature
Culture and arts that belong to my parents…

My Mom sheds tears
When Dad talks about our country, land,
Buffalo, cows, horses
Songs, and Poems…

I don’t understand.

I don’t want to ask
Cause we'd all cry together….

One day
My Mom said
You have the future
I have our son
And your dad has freedom…

I want to recite a poem
for The moon
That is stained with...

Mg Lwan Ni

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