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Saturday, January 30, 2010

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WE ARE KAREN ; WE NEED THE FREEDOM BY OUR LAND :WE NEVER FORGOT OUR
LEADER IN OUR HISTORY :

Monday, January 18, 2010

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Lost Footsteps


In the little cooking pot
Countless times have rice turns stale

Even when breeze strokes leaves
And makes rustles
I call out to you reflexively.

Ten days have passed now,
Marking on betel nuts
By drawing circles with slaked lime.

I still remember clearly
A waxing moon night
Sounds of dogs barking
Noise of combat boots
Din of running and fleeing
On that night
They took my old man away.

Be day or night
With exceedingly rough terrain
And heavy burden
Will he be ill from exhaustion? I wonder.

With just the clothes on his person
And a light blanket only
Could the asthmatic man
Breathe ably enough?

If his knees fail
Causing him to stagger
Would he escape from the thunder of abuse?

Day after day
I waited at doorstep under the eaves
Expecting his silhouette with anxiety.

My old man’s
Ten-day trip
Is going to fill up the tumpline basket
With lime-marked betal nuts.

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