Han Min Ohn
Biography of Han Min Ohn
Han Min Ohn Poems
The Cry Of Africa (For Famine Stricken A...
Having nothing to eat they sit silently Resisting the alarming signal in their bellies Their bodies so thin and emaciated Their minds full of hunger and dilapidated
A kite flying high in the sky string suddenly cut off Glided down onto the ground, lying still.
Acid And Alkali
A little acidity not many tongues will detest Sometimes a sour taste, for a tongue, is best Too low of it and the tongue will be dissolved Not a single tongue will dare to get involved.
Right And Wrong
What appears right may have shadow of wrong Hidden deep under the righteous ground What appear wrong may still possess some light Covered under the thick cloak of blight
With a full moon in the sky Traveled I through the wild Sound of insects and beasts passing through Traveled I through the wood
Tyranny, if I have to say Is a kind of democracy in disarray In which a handful of people have Freedom of every aspect
Once in my dream I became a butterfly Over the flowers happily I flied Resting on a flower drank I its juice Shifting from one to another till belly was full
Is it God’s will that a handful of people prosper? Is it fate that the rest are living poor? Is it God’s will that some are throwing food away? Is it fate that many people are suffering hunger’s dismay?
Knowledge And Wisdom
Knowledge is something you can get By parrot learning and cramming your head You can fill your head with something new every day If you memorize the thing you want in earnest way
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
Twinkle, twinkle little star How I wonder what you are They say you are a sun so far For me, you are a shining wonder.
An eye for an eye Makes the whole world blind An ear for an ear All the sound becomes a blur
Th Lost Thrill
Sitting in front of the old family game console Putting in the worn out cartridge intending to play Mario Mind flying back to about twenty five years ago When I was just a boy of five years of age or so.
Under the intense heat of the sun it blooms The chill of the night cannot cast a gloom The strong wind has no impact on its radiant glow Sandy ground cannot stop its constant grow.
Hold Your Head High!
Nobody can take you down If you hold your head high above the ground Nobody can despise your act If you believe in yourself and hold your head
Tyranny, if I have to say
Is a kind of democracy in disarray
In which a handful of people have
Freedom of every aspect
While the rest of the people suffer
Those handful of beasts prosper
So, tyranny as I know
Is the democracy for people's foe