May Sithu Aung

Beyond 13 Soil is flick, Rain is sick. Wind is coughing, Mountains are hopping. Rivers are empty, Forests are grumpy. How the hell Oh well… We share the air, We share the wells. We share the words, We share our swords. Our feet ache Our brains are being baked. How the hell Oh well… The virus tainted minds This highest species of a kind Striding on line by line….. Searching for a (so called) cure… Where the hell is A drop of water that so pure?…. 28th January 2013 createdbymaysithuaung

A hollow I see a hollow in me...... I feel a shadow of me..... I touch my mind .... and I have my shy....... I wake myself up.... and I hate my selfless depress..... I run away from the dark...... I run away from my heart.... Hence....... Life is a struggle Life is a huddle I push myself .... and I look my back.... I see my hollow in my shadow...... I free myself from that burrow...... I swallow the sadness and ...... I pack my doubt in my hat.... There is the light at the end of the tunnel........and There is the sight at the end of the jungle. 7th October 2014 createdbymaysithuaung

11th June 2020 I have been meaning or wanting to create a blog but haven't got enough motivation to do so. Today, my lovely teenager neice Su Su, who is a very keen writer started writing her short story and share with me for my opinion. She also asked my suggestion on where to keep her writings. I suggested her to build "a Blog". Then I asked myself why don't I build a blog for me? And now here I am, start writing my very own blog and trying to call myself 'a blogger'. Stay tune!! I will post my previous writings (mainly in Burmese) and new ones here soon. createdbymaysithuaung

createdbymaysithuaung Today is 11th of June 2020 in Sydney.