A bicycle lying at the foot of a calm tree in the noisy ciy of cars, coporations, labels, old people's foot-sounds, younger generation's velocity of mental pictures <br />A poet sitting in a artificial silenced room of a cafe shop <br />Through a transparent glass together with cosmopolitan culture sitting along with crossing-border intellectuals from Paris <br />A bicyle still give no sound but I can hear the speedy destinations of its riders with fire and ice and storms into the abyss of meanings <br />reflecting the long journey of freedom and happiness <br />like a train with steel rails <br />Yangon is a bicycle <br />A bicycle is a hope and bridge for deep and decent humanity <br />An educational bridge for new generations of Myanmar. <br />poet Nyein Way <br />Myanmar Conceptual Poets Station<br /><br />Nyein Way<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bicycle-through-a-transparent-glass-in-downtown-yangon-2012-december-seven-in-the-afternoon/
