A Wondering Chimera Sitting cross-legged on the ground The feel of the uneven surface of bricks, Dust, sand

, and decaying leaves, Ants scurrying around everywhere. The cool breeze blowing Across the bare plains Plunging us with scents of grass and bricks, Transferring us into another world U Win talking incessantly Telling us the history and tales Of my mother land and my ancestors, sharing with us the knowledge he possess. The chronicles visualizing in my mind Resembling a moving film Returning to the time of Bagan When handsome and intelligent kings ruled. With a clap of the hands a tick of a second a thump of my heart, I was brought back into the genuine world sitting cross-legged with a notebook on my lap.
By: Yamin 8B

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