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Kyi Aye's collection of poems

Unknown poem

By not composing poetry

It's been a long time, isn't it?

From the forest that spreads gold and silver

From the Tangning U Shwe O period

If you are quiet, you will lose your mind.

Someone who said that.

But Maung doesn't know.

And the mountain of Yontiyong

Even though the night is dark and the moon is not shining,

Silver, jasmine, golden star, shining, seeking

With a song

Oh, I couldn't stop shouting.

Happy to be fat.

That song

I'll tear it down, what mercy?

What a beautiful poem!

I don't like it, I'll pay the price.

With cute rhymes

The most eloquent of metaphors

It sticks in the heart.

The heat is amazing.

I will spend the summer there.

Two people are equal.

Because the diamond flower is painted red

When a young person is in a state of anger

He said.

I want to live a short life.

Which map is the source of the dust?

Has a rose tree bloomed?

Nausea poem, the bed is cold

It's gone.

Shumawa Magazine, July, 1952, page 210.

Ceramic flower

At the top of the branch

A new flower, now blooming.

A golden-blue flower, a little hard.

Although it is not yet reached

I'll be tired, it's not easy to pick.

The land is lying on the ground, at the foot of the mountain.

The sun is falling, the star is blooming.

Easy.

You should dress up, step forward.

Just pick the flowers, man.

From the novel Returning Home, Shumawa Magazine, January, 1953.

When we made love in the middle of the river

The boat capsizes on the river.

I love you, brother.

Let's pick flowers.

The moon hides, the stars smile.

A poem written at night

In the shade of the hibiscus bush

Hiding quietly.

The cold wind is blowing.

Before you even know it

On the banks of the Sotheby's River

A scary sound.

Beautiful, beautiful

Hidden in the clouds of the moon

The middle of the river is empty..

Hidden in the clouds around the moon

In the middle of the riverbank, in the mist

Shyness is powerful.

The mysterious, graceful curve of the shore

Chicken wings

My sweet heart, my life.

Smile and tease.

Turning towards the shore

Slowly and steadily

The palm tree is a tree.

The village has a tall pagoda.

Because of the revelation,

Let's have a new happy look.

Love is a witness.

Eye strain

Black eyelashes, dark night

Emerald green, colorful.

Fluttering, spreading, and deep.

I want to win, I want to hold.

If you don't stop crying, if you don't stop stretching,

Don't stretch, don't let it get too tight.

Tara did not shine, Htein did not win.

Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly.

If you are filled with love, if you have beautiful eyes,

With compassion, love, and

I want to love you, to be honest.

If you are happy and beautiful, smile.

A beautiful image of hatred, a sad reflection

Blurry, blurry, blurry

The eyes of Tara, the emeralds of the sky

One smile, one hate

Don't tie it back, tie it back.

Mother's face

People are always busy.

White hair, curly hair

Pure beauty, not painted.

Slender, soft, and pale

Not elegant, not arrogant, just modest.

The monk is withered.

Free and easy

Clouds swirl, swirling around.

The blue rain and silver, the winding path

Araliya, Asinta.

Honest, straightforward

The cheeks are not full and curled.

If you smile,

How to destroy the old man's torture

Eyes wide, smile fixed.

Sweet lips, a smile

Peace and love, incomparable

If the moon is full and shining brightly,

Your mother's face is beautiful.

I can't get enough of it.