Han Min Ohn

Rookie - 256 Points (29.7.1983 / Yangon)

Me, The Desert And The Money Bag - Poem by Han Min Ohn

One hot summer night I had a bad bad dream
In it I was traveling in a desert without a team
Alone I walked hours on the hot stirring sand
The wind blowing my face, the sun draining my strength

On my back, carried I a large heavy bag full of cash
Which was so full that the amount I dare not guess
I did not dare to throw it away though very tired I was
For the amount in the bag could change my life so much

Though so rich I was for that moment in my dream
Not even a single thing I could buy with that money thing
Nor my mind was at ease for carrying it on my shoulder
So much did I want to throw it away to make myself lighter

With the passing of time, my strength almost depleted
I felt so worn out and thirsty that water was all I needed
Looked around I with faint hope for a so-called miracle
Alas! I saw an oasis ahead through my spectacle

So glad was I that I rushed towards that direction happily
Throwing away that labor-some bag of money immediately
So that I would reach the oasis much more quickly
And could feel the taste of water which I needed so badly.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 19, 2011


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