I Am A Seed
You can ignore me,
but you can't erase me.
You can neglect me,
but you can't pierce me.
I am a seed with a hope,
to become a plant,
to become a big tree,
to shade this dark ...
A White Rose
By Mayyu Ali
She wears a white rose
and watches us killing
our wounds gush blood and
spray to the rose pinned in her bun
The rose’s fragrance has faded
It now smells of blood
blood of me
blood of my parents and
blood of my people
Poet’s Note: Today (June 19, 2021) is 76th birthday of Madam Aung San Suu Kyi. Many of Burmese supporters are celebrating with flowers in her honour. Once she was my idol and I also used to wish her for birthday. But today I feel betrayed. She turned blind eyes for Rohingya genocide and defended the perpetrator Tatmadaw instead.
Illustration credit goes to original artist.