Lao Voices

As long as I’d remember, teaching is a very respectable profession in Laos/Thailand and teachers are highly regarded in the Lao/Thai community. I do have to admit that I’m a bit scared of all my teachers in Thailand, they had their ways with the bamboo stick; unlike my parents that never once hit me, I vividly remember my teachers from Thailand punished me, but I can’t remember now as to why.

We have a new Laotian Teacher blogger; we all know her as Karmadiva; she has very interesting stories to tell, stories from her angle and perspective, which I truly enjoy reading and definitely can relate to most if not all of her topics that she has written so far and I’m looking forward to reading more. She is a new blogger but not new to the Lao on-line community. Below is a sample of her poem that’s very moving; I’m sure most of us can relate to.

The Crossing

Silently the group of refugees
breaks through the jungle free
Eyes and ears straining to the dark
shores of the Mekong, too tired to walk.
Babies crying, mothers’ desperate pleas
Soldiers breaking through the trees
Screaming, ” Get on your knees”
Fathers, brothers, sisters begging,
“Please let us make it to the crossing.”
Gun shot ringing, rat-a-tat-tat
people dropping, crimson splat.

Anasone Aragon

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Please visit her at: www.karmadiva.wordpress.com