Maung Tha Lin - Mother's World Poem

Mother Earth

Mother's face is beautiful.

Hold on, hold on.

So bright and shining

Where is there no where.

The warmth of a mother's breast

Be safe, be safe.

That's more than enough, my son.

Where is there no where.

Mother, the world is wide.

No measurement, full coverage

It's just cold.

Maung Tha Lin

Full moon night

There are stars over there.

The full moon night is peaceful.

Take a look.

The full circle of Pho Lamin

What a blessing.

Tired at night

My dear son.

Mother's warmth and shelter

Peaceful, cool, and safe.

Spacious, beautiful,

There too, only the moon

The whole circle,

It's only two months old.

Waves of joy.

Maung Tha Lin

Son's gift

We rowed the crescent moon boat.

In the sky river..

We had so much fun all night.

Picking stars.

I'll give it to you when I get home.

Ro...ro...take it, mom.

I wear garlands of moon and stars around my neck.

It's a gift from my son.

Maung Tha Lin

Paper boat

Paper boat in the stream

"I'll sail away."

What are the products of the bottom wind?

Peanut butter.

Paper boat in the stream

It was a disaster.

Aok Pyay Aok Village, his area

Please put it in the fridge.

Maung Tha Lin

Sixty-six = six-six

Golden blood

White jasmine, fragrant and fragrant

The blood of the dead, the blood of the dead

Choose a parrot to get rich

The blood of the dead, the blood of the dead

Give a face to a string puppet

A sweet smile, a cold smile, a look of wonder

My son, my golden blood.

Maung Tha Lin

Universe

One year

Father's love

Three or four

Forget the blood

Five or six

A son

Seven eight

My son is two.

Nine ten

Titration

The world is small.

Small but spacious

Across the land under the rain

Many, countless

Connecting and integrating

How many worlds are there?

Touch the universe.

Maung Tha Lin

Top of the head

Mommy's son, Mommy's son

Beautiful mother's son

What is the name of the bird?

Mommy's son, Mommy's son

Sweet voice, mother.

Like a siren,

Mommy's son, Mommy's son

Good dance, my dear.

Like a peacock

All the children on earth

Top of the head, mother.

Maung Tha Lin