Ko Khul - Poetry from Alice and Dahlia, Yangon

                                      " Remembering the Dream Bench"

With the 17th anniversary of the Iyin Cho Cho program. Don't leave Ko Khul Yangon, Delia.

In the book "Reading History in the 2000s," Ko Kyu was active and calm. I wondered if Ko Kyu could write poetry in such a calm manner. It's not enough to just write poetry. You have to defend, attack, run, and tread on the edge of prison. You are a poet. You only have to speak. You are a poet. My Lord, we are Burmese. You are a poet. Now, don't give me a ticket to Yangon, Delia.

In the blink of an eye, I will fence off your neighborhood, surround it with a wall, don't give a damn about Yangon. I am not sure that I will return home unbroken, I am not sure that I will move my feet, I am not sure that I will get back again.

Yangon is learning Chinese.

I can already see the dragon surrounding the Shwedagon Pagoda.

That's how it is, Yangon. The Yangon that Ko Kyul is passing through. The Yangon that started during the era of national peace and order, the Yangon that reminds me of the poems of Verto Burat.

In 2015-2016, a book of poems with a political purpose was published. Aung Khin Myint, Maung Day, Myay Hmoon Lwin, and the single form were also experimented with, and Lilies were composed in exactly 2 lines and 1 verse.

In that way, Ko Kyul uses a loose and free style to break down the complexities of contemporary young poets, making it a quick read.

I was able to think of poetry at the same time.

Contemporary youth are particularly critical and considerate. We will go to the poetry section. There are nearly 100 poems. There in Yangon, in the great age, Ahlon Ahlon Aung Zeya Street, Kyauktada, Sister Tin Tin Win, Phyu Hnin Htwe, Ma Khyel, Gu Chi, Brother Delia, Diamond and Emerald Mattress, Letpadaung Mountain, Daw Khin Win, Tree of Bu Nge Street, Story of the Country, Zan Nu, Bangwa, Thank you, parents and citizens. Not 100 poems, but nearly 100 pages.

Today I want to finish. I want to spread a little poetry. A touching poem. Because I am bending the sword of hatred with my heart.

Since we are bending the sword of hatred with our hearts, we must act quickly in this era where if a thief breaks into our house, the landlord is punished. There have been cases where we have sold our house for sixty million yen in advance, even though we were living in it for sixty years.

Similarly, poetry readers will have read poems that make you laugh out loud.

It's a funny story, a country of humor. Let's laugh heartily.

However, after writing this poem, we will not give it to Yangon, which is a book of poems that will help us to restore the country's social order.

I believe that there is a provision for each army to fulfill its potential.

Remembering the dream bench.

Aung Chai Min

Gift

Burma

For you

The freedom I bought with my life

Gift given,

From that day on, a flower with his name on it has been blooming boldly on our calendar.

[ Martyrs' Day ... to ]

8-4-2013

Don't give up on Yangon.

You are in Yangon.

The big tree that used to provide shade is no longer there.

The iconic building is no longer there.

In the big football field where we played

Condominiums are popping up everywhere.

Not only are the cars on the road congested,

The pagoda is full of gods, my friend.

I can't afford to pay for groceries in Yangon anymore.

In places where no one knows who gave it to whom.

They built high walls and held great festivals.

Yangon is like a vulture pulling a piece of meat

Just a piece.

On the meat's crumb

Yangon is jumping.

It's Yangon, where people vote for each other.

People are also eating each other's food in Yangon.

Don't give up on Yangon.

If you blink an eye

I will build a wall around your neighborhood.

Don't give up on Yangon.....

Yangon often protests.

Yangon experiences frequent power outages.

With a broken face, I'm heading to Yangon.

I arrived at Letpadaung Mountain.

The raging Ayeyarwady River has arrived in Yangon.

Forcibly confiscated farmland arrives in Yangon

Peace has arrived in Yangon, but it is not yet peaceful.

The heat of the people flowed to the Sule Pagoda.

Yangon is like a magician's handkerchief, if you wave it once,

The white doves flew away.

With one stroke, green blood flowed out.

Yangon is modern.

Yangon is beyond the times.

Yangon is outdated, you see.

Yangon cut the skirt short and divided it, but it was still tight.

In urban planning, the fields yield gold.

Among the mud, puddles, and fields

Siblings go shopping

The black money that comes in every year turns into gold bars.

More and more farmers are landless.

There are more and more farms without farmers.

Yangon, while being careful, has become careless.

Everything that can be sold is sold.

In the all-you-can-eat project

Yangon is

It trembles like dust on a magician's drum.

          Don't give Yangon a gift (3)

Yangon, will the drawn line be separated?

Between the tightly clenched

Yangon is struggling and leaving.

The guest has already bought the host.

Yangon is learning Chinese.

I can already see the dragon surrounding the Shwedagon Pagoda.

Yangon is like a deer surrounded by foxes.

Pull from the south, pull from the north.

I'm being torn apart piece by piece.

Yangon is already being eaten by the worms.

Yangon is already being eaten away by termites from within.

Yangon is already steaming ahead of the Dragon Head Sword Machine.

The people of Yangon are like dust in a whirlwind.

I'm already wandering around,

Already torn apart like leaves in a storm

The enemy has already captured Mandalay and Yangon without firing a shot.

At the top of Aung Zeya Street at half past seven in the evening

The power line that broke today

The power line that broke yesterday

The people passing by today

People passing by yesterday

Unlucky couple

The man who fell down

The woman who quickly pulled away,

The string of iron that came into his hand

Full voltage, no help, no rescue.

Two people burning in the dark

At the top of Aung Zeya Street at 7:30 PM •••

Like opening a city bag at the ferry port

The rumor made the person in charge even more confused.

A rickshaw driver is drunk.

Is the sawmill safe?

The other side is busy with work.

I'm an alcoholic....