For you the rivers
wait an endless wait
For you new leaves wait
in the ancient seeds of lullaby
For you the sun waits
in front of a baby-earth
I see everything, while floating
in your primodial water
I will come out and cry
as silence seems to be matricide
in such treabling darkness...
RUDRA KINSHUK
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aung-san-suu-kyi-my-dark-mother/
