The way to my sanctuary

When I was 4, it was the space under my bed
When I was 7, i felt safe in the huge cabinet in the store room
When I was 12, i hid on the shady branches of the jackfruit tree in grandma's garden
Since I turned 15, I'd spent hours at Bedok Reservoir listening to the sound of crashing waves
For the moment, my little sanctuary is just 20 minutes' walk from my house

after following the road for about 10 mins, a little off-beat track greets me
and the huge willow seems to beckon like a grandfather does a toddler

at the end of the track, i turn left
and pass under another tree over a tiny bridge
on the other side of the bridge, is a welcoming wide open space
"Free yourself!", it seems to say

i turn left again
and if i walk along the barely-there tracks beside the wheat fields
yet another gateway appears
this time, made of a canopy of wild shrubs and flowers

from that point on, there is nothing but fields of wheat and barley and trees
for as far as the eye can see
and there, lies my little sanctuary

give me food, water, and a camera..
and i wouldn't even notice the passing hours

လမ္းေလးေတြက မလွပါဘူး
ဓာတ္ပုံရုိက္လုိ႔လဲ မၾကြားပါဘူး
ဒါေပမယ့္..
အရမ္းေအးခ်မ္းတဲ့
လူသြားလူလာမမ်ားတဲ့
အၿမဲလုိ ငုိက္မ်ည္းေနတတ္တဲ့
(ဒီရက္ပိုင္းမွာ ခဏခဏကုိ ေရာက္ျဖစ္ေနတဲ့)
ဒီလမ္းေလးေတြကုိ သံေယာဇဥ္အရမ္းျဖစ္ေနလုိ႔ .....

ဟုတ္ကဲ့.. ခုတေလာ နုေနပါတယ္
တကယ္ေတာ့ အၿမဲပဲ အေတြးေခါင္တတ္တာပါ
အခုကေတာ့ ခ်ေရးျဖစ္ေနတာေပါ့
အဟတ္