Treasure Island

Nyein Way

(19.1.1962 / Yangon)

An Honoured Guest


a tattered and torn clothes
a smart mind but not the physical appearance
no denying for the material decoration and sniff-fit knock-on-wood
through so many neglected and marginalized honesty
event itself posed a question of culture and civilized behaviours in time of the warrior-oriented global unity
micro chips of gone days
the out-dated mode taking the place with undinified glory of selfish fearless invasion of negligence
will never be the real winner of truth
An Honoured Guest
is 'wing of change'
a rock song wind of change is a myth now
Chinese rock band 'MAY DAY' is at the tipping point of change on stage.
An Honoured guest! ! ! !

Submitted: Sunday, November 18, 2012
Edited: Monday, November 19, 2012

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