Poem
Tin Moe
A caged chicken
If Ihad
wings.
That would
be a poem.
If I
have
a poem.
To all humanity
fly, glide
spreading music.
Just in case
I
don’t have a poem.
Far from humanity
in a dark place
without wings and without friends.
The caged chicken
gazes in a stupor.
© Translation: 2013, Tin Moe
A CAGED CHICKEN
© 1973, Tin Moe
From: Hninsi pwint paw eitpyaw chin (Falling Asleep on a Rose)
Publisher: Soe San Htike Publishing, Rangoon
From: Hninsi pwint paw eitpyaw chin (Falling Asleep on a Rose)
Publisher: Soe San Htike Publishing, Rangoon
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A caged chicken
If Ihad
wings.
That would
be a poem.
If I
have
a poem.
To all humanity
fly, glide
spreading music.
Just in case
I
don’t have a poem.
Far from humanity
in a dark place
without wings and without friends.
The caged chicken
gazes in a stupor.
© 2013, Tin Moe
From: Hninsi pwint paw eitpyaw chin (Falling Asleep on a Rose)
From: Hninsi pwint paw eitpyaw chin (Falling Asleep on a Rose)
A caged chicken
If Ihad
wings.
That would
be a poem.
If I
have
a poem.
To all humanity
fly, glide
spreading music.
Just in case
I
don’t have a poem.
Far from humanity
in a dark place
without wings and without friends.
The caged chicken
gazes in a stupor.
© 2013, Tin Moe
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