Aung San Suu Kyi You were the bird of peace of our mind… Now, we drive you away Out of the garden of peace of our heart Where we ensconced Gandhi and Nelson Mandela Mother Teresa and Malala… It was the feather of vulture What you camouflaged.
We discern a bloody Satan Laughs on your eyes… The stupas of pagodas Are become the sign of inhumanity…
The land of compassionate Shakyamuni Was disfigured in the history With the numerous Rohingyan prints of Aylan Kurdi… When you sign the dark pages of the cruel history with your purposeful silence, dear, Sukyi, we drive you out of the garden of peace of our hearts, Where we ensconced Gandhi and Nelson Mandela Mother Teresa and Malala And, many other angels of peace…
The snow fell quietly on the little hill with the softness of swan feathers, blanketing the ground around the tiny log cabin. Wispy drifts cascaded down the roof and gathered around the windowsills as if to cradle the tiny abode
My beloved, The first time our eye’s met With our lives under the moon’s control And your curious lips went upon mine, My eye’s glimmered My beloved, The precious moments we composed together, The instants in which we felt
The peaceful night The stars and the moon The wind sea The stargazing.. How lovely is it? Away from busy city,people and noise. Only you and nature. You feel peace in heart. Peace in mind. Deep inside we all long
Dead ones speak Martyr speaks More loudly than before With Echos every corner How fortunate they Treading path of Martyrdom Martyrdom to peace Harmony & Justice But- Shooters of martyrs Build society of hatred And martyrs crucified Generation after generation