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 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
Be with me in this zone of pain. My poems was walking through me. The flute I broke, in the river of silence. Someone was whispering to me in sleep. Why this desire of awakening in darkness, when light was
Peace-inner condition of mind- a quiet flowing river of invisible waves, sea wave of righteousness, money can’t buy. Peace-tranquility upon soul- calmness upon mind and body; those-you love-their home you make a resting place, your haters-upon them are disquiet and