Artwork
Raise Three Fingers by Radia Durrani
By Kalyar Ei Ei Lwin
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By Kalyar Ei Ei Lwin
Poetry
Memories of Spring Revolution
Selected collections by Mon Mon Myat
Raise Three Fingers
I see war machines crawling up Mandalay Hill
The flag’s yellow and green are stained red,
From all the blood that’s been spilled.
I hear people screaming from lands of hills, Terribly loud,
And so terribly shrill.
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We should not be living at this hour,
In a game of bloody conquests for power. Where guns write the law and
Troops refuse to withdraw,
We did not expect to lay down
Our children in flowers.
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We should not be living at this hour
But here I remain standing
For I am no stranger
To your iron clad towers.
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We should not be living at this hour But with three fingers high,
I refuse to cower
Noor Mandviwalla
Thank You for Your Light
LuLu
When you are up, look to the ground
Smell the freshness of the grass
When you are down, look up and far
Feel the vastness of the sky
When you are numb, look to your neighbors
Understand you are not alone.
Amidst the swings and sways
In the pendulum of life,
Dance with the music
To fine-tune a new normal.
Everyday is a process
Find grace in being patient,
Step by step is progress
Do not fear being complacent.
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Yesterday is behind as
Today is already here,
Tomorrow is sure as
Today is already gone. ​
Climb up the mountain,
Take in the horizons.
Swim in the sea,
Drink in the waves.
Run through the jungle,
Soak up the shade.
The universe is all too mighty
Too boundless, too infinite,
Too titanic, too limitless,
To ever feel suffocated.
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The sun brings us a new day,
The moon brings us a new tide,
And the stars bring us hope anew.
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Among them are our dear heroes,
Thank you for shining so bright.