I miss you Shan Yoma of Burma

I am homesick
Even though I am thousands of miles away
Especially when it rains
When it mists
When the sky turns orange red at sunset
When the stars sparkle so bright as if you are in the celestial open sky

My home land is soaked in blood spilt from conflicts of
Endless struggles
Promises never made,
And hopes never realized

Was it the smoke
The great hill people
The swaying pagodas in the glorious windy sky
The pristine forests with sparkling water
The soft scents of orchids and jungle flowers
Endless lists of a lifetime yearning
Yearning for a homeland that is disappearing
Disappearing like a whisper in a crisp thin air
Yearning for a homeland that has become a fool’s dream

Who could ever imagine a sparkling homeland
Where lovers frolic while endless exotic birds sing
Where long drums resounded with the hoots of rhythmic dancing

Sweet breezes 
With the songs from the monasteries
The sights of the orange robes
And the smell of the fragrant rose.

Memories of a lifetime
Most of all
The limitless
Timeless
Endless
Eternal
Love

The ability of such
Gentle
Generous
Beautiful people 
To love in the time of War, Sickness, Poverty and Desperation

To open their heart, their home and give you their best

It is worth knowing, remembering, missing and loving back
Those
Gentle,
Cavalier,
Elegant tribes of
my great great homeland

When I left, I thought
One day I will be back
To the rhythmic plodding in the paddy fields
To the thunder of the monsoon showers
To the hot summer with the cracked brown earth and thirsty dreams

I never in a million years imagine that
I will be stranded in another strange land
Without the sights and sound of the jasmine scented markets stands.

Now
I may never see my homeland again
The way I imagined I left it.
I may never see
The tall trees on the high cliff enclosing
A valley
A hill
A village

I may never see the soft, safe, cool, green, quiet ground
Where we used to step on with our bare feet
Most of all
I fear
I may never see the
Innocence in the eyes of those I wanted to love back many years ago

Most of all
I fear
I will see instead
Too much pain
Wasted dreams
Changed men without their ethereal angelic smiles

Such a lost
A lost so great
Despair
Unimaginable for our homeland
My head bent
My heart sank
Looking
Searching
A way
A way out of the inferno for my mother land

In my disturbed dreams
I see lost faces of
Handsome
Young
Fresh
Priceless
Heroic
Brave
Legendary people

I may sing a thousand songs with a million poetries
My mother land
My loving friends
In their deepest despair
Forever the theme

But I wonder
If I would even leave
A ripple
A drip
A drop
A knock
A sigh
A creek
In the complicated world’s political scene

To save
Such worthy, outstanding, upright people
And their land