December

Dear, December!

You have left us

Fatherless and dead.

So far,

Everywhere

Everyone of us

Still remains speechless with the fakes.

For us,

No more tear left to cry,

No more fear left to die

Along the Bay of Bengal 

And the Arakan Roma Mountain Range

On snowy tomorrows.

Dear, December!

From this December forward,

Spare us a festive smile.

By Khaing Htwee