စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ
Min Htet Maung - I'm thinking about this evening.
Min Htet Maung - I'm thinking about this evening.
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On an evening like this, I'm thinking...
A white, silver-white baby
A white, silver-white baby
Dry, dirty, and fragrant
Flat on the road.
In the days gone by,
From his mother, Pinyanthet.
It must have been refreshing, joyful, and full of beauty.
1, 8, 2012.
The flying horse of our time
Illegal unregistered motorcycles
Like wild grasses, flowers bloom in abundance.
The outskirts of Yangon.
Between neighborhoods and neighborhoods
Noisy running in the narrow streets
Are they the flying horses of our time?
Guest's gift
"Tobacco too."
The sun knows too.
Send me back his poem.
It's been a long time since the guest left.
A little gift he left behind
Everyone's hearts are still shaking.
1, 8, 2012.
