Buds Poem by Nyein Way(Maung Maung Thein)

A forest of an injured map in the stream of thoughts authentic enough to pose historic cruelities of gun-shots.
GREEN LEAVES are falling from the future of skied imaginations. A conceptual indifferance in an untimely comics of blind *folded rivers of winds of timely
chaos in chaos in ceuealiry of double theatre: realiry and false narratives in lies.
Ethical powers and zenith of revolutionary births.
NATURE of cultural pregrancy.