A single spark can burn the whole palace.
This evening is burning, I say.
When I hear the songs from the past,
The pain from the past wakes my nostalgia.
I suppose everything’s in its right place like radiohead said.
But I think they overlooked me.
I murmured ‘coz I’m in pain.
I yelled in the field s i l e n t l y.
I hope you all forgave me for what I am.
I’m stubborn, lonely and weird.
I am kind of primitive when I’m in agony.
Alone I say these words to nobody.
Nobody including you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel your pain, it is acute, nobody could ignore it. Great write. De-Ja vu? Not sure about that, but it does repeat over and over again, unless we relieve our pain. Aung Zayar Paing? Strangely comforting name. Smiling at you Tai, off to get some fresh air, it is the primitive in me and how I relieve my agony.