A poem I wrote.

Maung Ba felt at home with his job. He began working in an atmosphere of congeniality and cooperation. With Tan’s help, he managed to familiarize himself with many aspects of his work.

A person who talks to the moon about her problems and receives the understanding she so desperately needs.

Music and dancing is a part of the culture of Burma. Ritual melodies and dancing continue for hours, generally organized by wealthy members of the community.

They are, they really are the new type of subtle evil.

I stand awestruck by the presence of old trees, with their spreading, branches and leaves, many of which being hundreds of years old. Their arboreal splendor is at once captivating and inspiring.

We all know them. They appear to be so decent and innocent. However, they turn out to be your worst enemies.

Short words of many layers.

Reflecting the subtle destruction of natural beauty.