The lost track

The lost track

©   Ye Yint Thet Zwe

English translation Mya Than Nyunt

Mom, Though I´m not agree,

But I´ve been so long living with suffer,

And those were not sweetened like honey.

I confuse if I open up or close

My breast’s window,

Drinking mirage and grieving

With my broken heart

For the lost moonbeams.

I’ve been fooling myself,

Ignoring your teachings,

Even can’t distinguish sunlight

From moonlight or from starlight.

I’m a fool mom, in deed… a big fool.

I’ve negated what you wish me to be,

But you gave up for my wish

And understood me.

I´m already far away from you.

I realized the nature of current moment

Feeling it with in my breast.

I left from your breasts to the rough journey

And after 36 years of life I experienced

The sweetness and bitterness of life

And reached my maturity.

I found among my possessions are,

A wife, a son and a daughter, and debts;

Besides a bleak and blurred future, too.

Mom, it’s like a nightmare

And a frightful dream; this morning

I found tears on my cheek when I woke up.

I grieved so much mom…

so much.