Bhamo Tin Aung - Sad and Happy

A night without dawn

The entire animal world is asleep. Even the ravens and sparrows, who are said to be so diligent, are still not moving. They are still sleeping soundly in their nests.

However, he was the only one who could not sleep like everyone else, so he was alone, lamenting his unfinished poem.

There was only inanimate nature around him and in his immediate vicinity. However, he was reciting his poem in a whisper, worried that someone might overhear it.

In fact, he was not like a poet reciting a verse, but rather like a creature that had run away from society in discontent and then returned to curse it.

But the sky is not yet clear. The sun is about to rise, and the dawn is not even a shadow. It seems that there is still a lot of work to be done on the other side of the universe.

The entire universe is wrapped in a dense blanket of cold. A thick blanket of snow is falling, covering the entire earth. In this cold blanket, the living world is asleep before dawn, when the snow is falling.

Even the ravens and sparrows, who are said to be full of energy and vitality, have not yet emerged from their nests, but are still soundly asleep.

However, the poet, who was alone and unable to sleep like everyone else, was lamenting his own poem, which seemed to have yet to be finished.

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Under the falling snow, Bandula Park, one of Yangon's most beautiful and charming places, lies in darkness.

The Supreme Court building, built high and tall to uphold the law of the land, also seems to be cold, looking down at the park beneath its gaze.

On the other side of the main road, the Mahabandula, the magnificent building of the capital, was also unable to withstand the cold, and the Supreme Court building, which was located opposite it, was frequently looking for help.

The pagoda, which stands at the intersection of Bahabandula Road and Sule Road, is unlike the Parliament Building and the magnificent buildings of the city, but it is calm and mature. It is standing with the Dhamma in mind, with the Dhamma in mind.

The "Independence Monument," which was erected majestically and tall in the center of Bandula Park with the tax money of the people of the country to express the meaning of regaining national independence, is also disappearing amidst the falling snow.

At the foot of the great monument of independence, which was disappearing amidst the snow, the poet was alone, lamenting a verse of poetry that seemed to have yet to end.

He was sitting cross-legged, leaning against the Statue of Liberty, facing City Hall. Although he was not sleeping, the poet did not open his eyes, but closed them. However, his upper and lower lips were moving.

The snow was falling and the cold was surrounding him, but to protect himself from nature, the poet had only one old coat, the color of which was no longer clearly visible. He wore the old coat tightly. His loincloth was not a cloth that could protect him from the cold. It was just a worn loincloth made of local cotton. It was also patched.

The poet was only a young man of about his age. However, he seemed to be lacking in proper nutrition and necessary medicine, so he looked pale and weak. He seemed to be sallow and thin.

His hair looked as if it had been kept away from oil for a long time. It was not neat. It was hanging down. His face, though still youthful, was wrinkled, as if it had been subjected to the ravages of nature for a long time. It was sunburnt.

However, the poet, as if he did not care about himself, his surroundings, or the time of day, leaned against a large stone pillar and recited his one-line poem, lamenting...