3. In Reality

3. In Reality 

The setting sun and the color of the clouds 
Like the splash of paints, fabulous!
I’m monger of beauty  
Whose dinner used to be uncertain! 

I had longed for a light, 
As insecurity and uncertainty loomed 
And fell apart over me. 

Though what I want is honesty, 
But I won’t complain 
Of the zigzag streets and crooked minds. 

The stream water enter into rivers, 
While the river water discharges into Oceans. 
Alas, I found myself recovered 
That I am the river itself that couldn’t find 
The ocean, in the arts of living in the social life . . . . . 

Ye Yint Thet Zwe 
18. 01. 2011