Moga Zaw - Fruitless years

Ming Zaw's will

At the head of the house

After the candles are lit,

Drop the projects you've been holding onto.

I closed the book I was reading.

We can die.

It's true that I forgot to die.

(Death is not a doctor's decision.)

(Remember)

Look, it's morning.

On the crowded bus

There was a fight.

Without investing in the Stone Age,

I went to the Natural History Museum.

(Rather than studying the human race,

(Chinese girl's ears are hot)

Repair radiator holes

Arguing with a barber about Bagan history

I'm too tired to die.

The entire wall of my blood vessels

When is the engine at its hottest?

As the milk pictures were turned over,

To the world

To return the ripe fruits

While I was thinking.

Into the rat hole of other people

The most juicy and ripe fruit can be added.

These are the only plants, right?

Friends

You are on a piece of land.

They grow fruit trees.

They eat the fruits of the tree.

The sweat is filed away.

My language is

How do you sound and how do you say it?

Thank you for the sighs.

To say

To bear fruit with confidence

And then

The son of negligence,

To be buried with laughter..

Movie Poetry Magazine, September 1994

My life, his life

Me

With hungry eyes

I searched the kitchen for a pipe.

From a distant city

I heard a fork and spoon being dropped.

Is that the final closing song of your dining room?

Around my bed

When mosquitoes and ants march

Under the sound of the air conditioner

Your dreams

I'll keep blinking.

My memories

Keep the candle at the tip.

Moonlight

The oil that decorates the bedroom.

In your refrigerator.

I have a heart that will not rot.

In my cat's house

You have a yellow smile.

The mirror on your body

I have erased the mercury with the sound of my sighs.

My little white girl

You are firmly planted.

In your soul

Wearing a Navarat ring

In my soul

I'm wearing cotton pants.

Under your pillow

If you try

You must see a drop of my tears that has not yet dried.

In my diary book

I saw a pair of high heels flying in the wind.

In your bag

Three major banks have added a bell.

In my bag

It has added a touch of modernity.

If you weigh your pride in gold,

The whole world will be covered in gold.

A world filled with gold

My life is a folk song

What if I want to start over?

Like a railway

Are our lives parallel?

in this case

I will greet your kisses with my lips.

Just a fun little station.

It must be at the edge of the horizon.

in fact

On the border between rain and earth

I slapped myself.

You are like a big city.

I, who look like a small hut in the mountains, call out to you.

You look like a luxury ship.

I, like a fishing boat, am calling out to you.

You look like a royal dinner party.

I, like a lump of rice, call out to you.

What is echoing back to me?

What is it?

A nightgown

To wrap love properly

Not yet broken, not yet broken.

The scent of roses is sweet..

Movie Poetry Magazine, June, 1998

Lucy's gift

Even the shy stars

"Lucy" who has to raise her hand

I often look with a dagger in my eye.

The hyacinth flowers also bloomed because of "Lucy".

In a jar of kisses

"Lucy" has lived her entire life like a monkey.

Can be soaked

"Lucy" is

Just a little bit of lipstick

Lives can be paralyzed.

"Lucy" is

Every substance produced by the body

A special warning to be masculine.

"Lucy" is

Can you conceive the future?

I can fly directly to hell.

Flying integrity

I can pick it like a pear.

For liver failure patients

"Lucy" looks like a road roller

The children's "Mother Teresa" is reincarnated

It is a symbol of compassion, a flower that exudes milk.

"Lucy" is

Can flood productive areas

God and His Son can.

"Lucy"

Where are you from?

From heaven?

Is it the earth?

From the rib of a male animal?

"Lucy"

What do you use to tie your underwear?

With silk?

With blood and sweat?

With world history?

Nobody knows yet..

New Fragrance Magazine, April 1999