15.10.2006

         Daung Man

The drip drip of sunlight off the shimmering pagodas

Runs like milk into a stream of enchanted silence

From here, trickling down the plains from Ava

A deep golden river of sun

Sliding down country

A sheet of silk from a basket

And cascades into the fitting bath

Of a magnificent peacock

A battered bird

Resting tired wings after a turbulent fight

A golden peacock, flecks of blood spilt across its plumes

Battered never broken, resting not defeated

in the pool of 50 000 nourishing minds

It soaks in the strength of generations passed

The strength of those whose blood adorns it, then

The great bird rises; rested, strong

Parts its mighty wings and

Looks up to the free sky

Raising its legs in a fighting stance

And waits for the fight anew

_ by Nyein Chan

(Dedicated to Hnin Wint Wint Soe,

May Su Su Win, Ne Linn Kyaw, Thet Oo,

Win Min Htut, Maung Maung Oo, and Zeya Aung)

Comments:

Feraya said _

             Thanks for the beautiful and touching poem.

Nyi Nge Thit said _

You should post the original poem along with this one. As it is the last poem circulated in Burma which can shake the Generals' hearts.

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