Maung Phyu - Rabindranath Tagore's poetry

My childhood friend

Astrologer

I'm just asking. Can't anyone catch him when the full moon is shining among the maua branches at night?"

But Ko Ko laughed at me. “Boy, I don’t think there’s anyone as stupid as you. Who can catch Phoe Lamin who is so far away from us?”

I replied, "What do you know, Koko? When we were playing, you smiled at me from the window and I smiled at you, would you tell Mom that you were far away?"

But Ko Ko still said, "Little brother, where are you going to find a net big enough to catch the moon?"

"I said, 'I'll catch it with both hands.'"

Then Koko laughed and said, "I don't think there's anyone as stupid as you. If the moon could come near us, you'd know how big it is."

I replied, "You're not learning anything at school, bro. When you leaned over to kiss me, your face was so big."

Ko Ko was still talking. “You are a Ko Ko.

Clouds and waves

"Mother, those who live in the clouds are calling me. We have been playing all day since we woke up, we have been playing with the golden dawn, we have been enjoying the silver sandalwood."

I asked. "But how can I come to you?"

They said, "Come to the ends of the earth, raise your hands to the sky, and you will be carried into the clouds."

I replied, "My mother is waiting for me at home, so how can I abandon her?" Then they would smile and drift away.

But Mom, I know a better game. Let's say I'm a cloud, and Mom is the moon. I'll cover Mom with my arms. Then our roof will be the big blue sky.

Those who live in the waves call out to me, "We sing from morning till night. Where have we come from, Rabindranath Tagore has gone, without a trace."

I asked. "But how can I come to you?" they said. "Come to the seashore, close your eyes and stand, and I will carry you on the waves."

I replied, "My mother wants me to stay home until evening. How can I leave her?"

So they also passed by smiling and dancing. But, Mom, I know a better game.

Let's say I'm a rolling wave, and my mother is a strange beach. I'll roll and roll, smiling and hitting my mother's chest.

So no one in the world will know where our children are.

Samkar Pwint (Same as water bamboo)

Mom, let's say I became a hibiscus flower. (I'm kidding.) If I grew up on a high branch of a hibiscus tree, swaying in the wind, laughing, sighing, and dancing on the baby hibiscus flowers, would you know me, Mom?

" Where are you, little boy?" my mother called out, and I burst out laughing and remained silent.

I would just pat the petals and watch my mother work.

After my mother bathed, I would walk under the shade of the sambuca tree with my hair tied up and go to the little plot of land where my mother worshipped. She would smell the sambuca flower. However, she would not know that the scent was coming from me.

After lunch, while my mother was sitting by the window reading the Ramayana, the shadow of the banyan tree fell on her, and I would cast my shadow on the letters she had read.

But, does the mother think that she is just a shadow of her son?

In the evening, when my mother went to the stable with the little lamp in her hand, I would suddenly fall to the ground and become my little man again. Then I would ask my mother to tell me a story.

"Where are you going, you idiot?" my mother asked, "I won't tell you, Mom." I replied, "I won't tell you."