Postmortem

covetous eyes
being trapped in the wild
'isn't it peculiar?' a mellow leaf whispered in rhyme
and swiftly dropping down like a prisoner on the gallow
and thought surfing without suffering like a sparrow


covetous eyes
like the fishing poles
diving tangibly in the dead flow
where human were moving without souls
'isn't it peculiar?' a girl shattered in sorrow
and glittery tears hanging down like the undertaker of her ego
and stopped lurking without asking like a tadpole

covetous eyes are now trying to dig out
cavorting ... cavorting.. like spring's sprouts....

Nyein Zay Oo