A poem

Vagrant


My mother sent me to a school in city
Investing her sweat and much money
To be mom of educated man in village.

Whenever I feel in haze
Loathing by myself,
I breathe at back door intensively.

When I look back the way I’ve walked
There’re holes so wide
And water fall whenever it rain.

Though my mother’s sweat
Past good deeds what I did in previous existences
Make me become somebody
I’m a wolf,
Go about ones daily routine
Without fairness.

Trs: Ea Ni Soe