Hein Min Tun

 



Stray bird
 
Mine is only a hollow coffin;
the soul stirs up and flutters
with wings of probabilities and future tenses,
takes shelter under the roofs
of nuanced crowds that cram
my memory stick.
Indifference to the staccato drops
from the flawed eaves,
the loyal bird, shivering in the cold
thrashing against their personal walls,
clings to houses
devoted to as home
somewhere far
forlorn
lifeless
 

 
Classic Manifestations
 
The world a book,
I flip through faces.
I read Napoleons from Animal Farm.
Every now and then,
I read him, re-read him
on faces seated in spotlight
in my survival arena.
 
Much later,
I knew I read King Lear
when I recall bitter-sweet memories
with my Father.
 
When I read Gatsbys,
I admired their lives.
But in the end,
I find myself sighing over
their colossal wealth
earned with sacrifices
gone into waste
for one cheap thing.
 
So much in today,
I end up revisiting Gatsbys
on the verge
of bartering life
for love alone.
 
I was disturbed reading Lady Macbeth
behind once diligent and promising
Scottish Generals;
still, I have yet to see
her remorse showers
over the blood stains
that never leave her hands.
 
If not now I see,
for sure karma, at some point,
will make her see the blood
for herselves.
 
Just like I read many,
One read me.
To my beloved boyfriend,
I was read to be Cesario.
If I am Cesario to him,
I read him Olivia.
 
He reads me Cesario
and falls in love with Viola.
 


About the Author: 

*Hein Min Tun is an award winning poet and writer hailing from Myanmar. He has received "Distinguished Writer Award" from the Bharat Award for Literature for two consecutive times - 2022 and 2023. He has also achieved "Tagore Honour" given by the Bengali Association of Poets- Literoma for his glittering pen that has danced over a vast terrain in the literary realm. He has a successful book to his credit; his debut poetry collection "Crescendo" has earned him the "Panorama Golden Book Award - 2024" conferred by Writers Capital International Foundation. Above all, Hein Min Tun is the Winner of the prestigious "Reuel International Poetry Prize (2024) for the whole body of his poems he has written so far". For 2025 he has been conferred on with "Emerging Bard Award" for his book in Maharshi VedVyas International Book Competition. And for this 2026, he came to top ten winning list in Bharat International Short Story Contest, bagging "Distinguished Writer Award" for the third time.

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