The Maw Naing
What happened before yellow? . . . Blue
let’s say, shells of the nails are yellow stained
each strand of hair straying with yellow in harmony
eyelids are yellow
eyeballs are yellow
what’s wearing is vibrant yellow too
wrist and palms are also yellow
shadow which falls after touching with sunlight are also in yellow
but not the sagging yellow
it’s not collected brush-off as well
it’s concentrated yellow
but not the kind of yellow which slanted towards outer appearance
Yellow is still yellow after being brushed with hand
But it’s not the ideal yellow which has to be admired of
yellow in which it’s impossible to define what exactly it is
yellow without any yearning or desire
That yellow has swallowed the yellow mark.
Simple yellow which leads a simple life. Maybe. . Maybe not.
That’s not the kind of yellow which evolved
against of existing yellow.
Then, is it like the yellow without wearing off and vanishing?
or sort of yellow ablaze with metaphors?
yellow connected with a form?
yellow associated with current matters in three or four parts?
yellow which left her in solitary state?
like the kind of true yellow?
At the end, yellow is yellow.
It’s not the yellow which is hard to explain,
yellow is facing difficulties inside yellow
like half yellow which is being bothered
yellow is still yellow making up for lost even after being yellow
yellow is being yellow without knowing itself
Until amongst the most possiblity,
as it happens to lessen in reading, it became blue.
Blue denied blue. Before the start,
after seeing people who come in and out, blue has entered
will whatever come out be blue too?
I don’t know.
It’s full of blue notices
satisfaction is blue
on the field of ribs, blues have blossomed
it’s full of blue to give away at the other side
blue sweats come out from pores
after spitting, blue spittle has come out with disgust
those blue are with deep scars
true blue is exactly only one day
blue spinned, stated and noted.
After examining the past which is all the same, it’s also blue
how blue it looks like is
blue like the reference symbol
it’s glittering blue
blue that has to be told sarcastically while taking it to mind
empty empty empty . . blue.
The Maw Naing