Han Min Ohn

Rookie - 71 Points (29.7.1983 / Yangon)

A Pond Called The Mind - Poem by Han Min Ohn

A pond filled with external impurity
Can’t reflect an image with perfect serenity
A clean pond can still blunder what it reflects
Ripples and waves disturbing images that it detects
Only a pond that is both calm and clean
Can only interpret what an image really means.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013


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