Nayone Moe Thway | ယခုဆောင်းပါးကို မြန်မာဘာသာဖြင့် ဖတ်ရှုရန် ဤနေရာတွင် နှိပ်ပါ
Cite as: Nayone Moe Thway. (2023). Dream Eater. Independent Journal of Burmese Scholarship, 4(1). https://ijbs.online/?page_id=4608
The dreams which can be plucked
For one season only
Have long since expired
I am still waiting for the market to disperse and to discount.
Among the anything-goes sellers and buyers
And the honest ones,
The dreams were on the go,
Hoping to fetch a good price.
The foolish crow at the ocean
While devouring one’s own dreams
Like the rotten carcass of an elephant disintegrating slowly
Now that there is no land in sight
“I need to go now.”
Take a look at the roads
I for my part
Can no longer see
Where do we part?
I was never prepared
This isn’t what I like to ask.
What I want to ask is only this
Who would cry when I die?
Is there anyone who will answer?
In truth I can no longer hear.