Ribbons flowed
Like gold and blue rivers
A hall swathed in silky rivers
The lights roamed lazily over
The lazy crowd
Feasting on the victories of
An immediate past
The front rows harboured
Stars of a past glow
That reverbated into the shining present
A ghost of pride spinned over their golden faces
The faces that the entire nation will look up to
And I melted
Among the glit and gold.
They carried volumes of
Gold-glided velvetted history books
Under their armpits
And I
Had but a single letter of recommendation
Signed in golden ink
They had before them
Gold and glory and trophies to testify
And I
Had but a dead shadow of distant fireflies
I...I am not
They...they are
How come I came to sit
On the front row
I don't know
Destiny do tell.
The event flowed
Smooth oil oozed through
The voluptuous lectures
And we dozed
Over the pillowy words
Fat with vanity and richness
A sense of height and superiority
Carried their words, sentences
Punctuations and exclamations
The event flowed
In smooth velocity.
- Naychi
16/6/2018
10th grade awarding ceremony, Yangon
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