Maung Thein Zaw - Evening is just for reading

Maung Thein Zaw

Mind

No smoke.

I can't smell it.

It's burning inside..

mind

no smoking

no smell

The psyche smoulders.

from the inside

Garbage

My own history

The garbage is piling up.

A sarcastic past

Whose mind is it?

Whose shadow?

On the fly -

Evil, wrong, darkness, hatred

All are garbage.

A tree on the path of life

Yes, yesterday.

From the garbage

Search, today

Find gold in the trash

Tomorrow - from the trash

Gold Mountain, garbage

It's like a fire burning in the sky.

The future

Be careful not to burn it..

refuse

Why mess with history?

It gets trashy everywhere.

in a distorted past

in whose mind

Whose shadow fulgurates?

idiocy, inanity, incorrectness &

ill will

all those rubbishes

pile up on life's path

get up! out of

Yesterday's litter!

pan for today's gold

at a garbage dump!

tomorrow - even if there's

no treasure in trash

be careful

not to reduce the future to ashes

landfill fire can char palace spires

After that

The stars you see

It's not far away.

Singing in chorus

And then

Don't let the night pass you by.

We all separated,

Because it's not far away.

Singing again..