CRIED OF A PRISONER!

THE SUN RISE AND SET BUT I AM UNAWARE
A DAY IS LIKE A YEAR
AND MY NIGHT SHINES NOT MOON AND STARS LIKE YOURS
TOTURED IS MY FOOD AND ABUSE IS MY SLEEP
WHEN EVER I HEAR THE STEPS OF GUARDS
I FEEL RESTLESS AND HOPE TO HEAR GOOD NEWS
BUT I WISH NOT TO HEAR ANY BAD WORDS.

I WAS INFORMED THAT MY BABY IS BORN
I KEEP WONDERING HOW YOU LOOK LIKE AND PRETTY.
I HEARED NOT YOUR CRY FROM YOUR CRADDLE
WHICH I AM DESPARATE FOR
BECAUSE MY EARS ARE STUFFED WITH PAINS.
I FEEL THAT YOU WERE MISSING ME
BUT I AM ALONE HOW MANY THINGS SHOULD I MISS.


MY BLOOD KISS MY SKIN FROM HEAD TO TOE
EVEN MY TEARED GARMENT NEED NOT TO SEW.
I COMPLETE MY BLOODY BATH WITH TEARS.
OUR BLOOD IS NOT ONLY TO RUN IN OUR BODIES
IT LEAVES THE TRACES WHERE EVER WE PASS
IN EVERY STREETS YOU CAN SMELLS IT.

BETWEEN US THERE ARE HUGE WALLS AND SHARP WIRES
BUT I FEEL THAT YOU ARE NEAR
YOUR WARMNESS IS STILL HERE
JUST TELL ME HOW TO EXPLAIN MY RESTLESS HEART
ALL THE TIME MY PAIN LEAPING FROM THE FATHOMS OF MY HEART.
OH MY PRETTIEST LOVER, MY WOUND NEED YOUR ARMS
AS I AM ADDICTED FOR.

OH MY DEAR FORGET ME NOT IF MY SOUL ASUNDER ME
OF COURSE DEATH ABSORB MY SOUL BUT MY GOAL IS IMMORTAL
I WILL ALWAYS LIVE IN OUR SLOGEN OF FREEDOM.


BY
KYAW WIN (BMA)