Aung Hnin Thit - The Night Road Home

Aung Hnin Thit

Broken wire

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Nights on the old house with Yai

The wind blows in the cool mountain nights.

We screamed loudly.

We were drunk on those wild nights.

You

Pouring whiskey into our glasses

Like the crackers you cracked

We are struggling.

A loud explosion

We are serious.

It's a loud sound.

The rain is falling.

On the gas stove

We put our lives on the line.

The journey continued.

The journey is not over yet.

Our group of four-wheelers and their trash

The last one that didn't work out.

The path of the jewel in the middle of the wild grass

We walked.

November night

You and us

Through the mist of rain,

The journey continued.

November night

Scratching our skin

Cold winter air

To the strangers who are coming to us

We faced it with pride.

November night.

It took years.

Your hair has grown longer.

What are your thoughts?

The police came out looking very handsome.

You have long hair.

We called him Ko Sasshai.

We are

They loved the world.

But

You were more than we loved.

In the past years

The times

They tore us apart.

Disturbing survival

Even the vapors

We had to face it and breathe it.

You too, among the years

Being pushed and shoved

With the cost of money

On days when the sun didn't shine brightly,

In my mind

In the heart

With injuries

Running and running.