Maung Wunna - The needy and the poor

Maung Wunna

I was so nervous about giving it to him by hand that I wrote down the seat number on the tutorial answer sheet and gave him a girlfriend. I almost forgot. For me, these kinds of things are already a joke. If you still remember, I'll add a little more and miss you. Remember?

In the beautiful, lush, and lush forest of poetry, the emerald island

At the teacher's club, I met my sister Dr. Tin Tin Tun and Daw Yi Yi Myint, who are both professors (they are close to retirement). When we started talking, I said that I am also the director. If you want to come, it's close, if you don't want to come, it's a long way. I am in the state capital. I am about to retire. I haven't been promoted. I have become a deputy chief. It's possible, but I am not a novice. I am a big wind. I am still on the road. Like a fallen leaf that blows on the asphalt road in the summer breeze.

After meeting the professors and borrowing books, I asked my son, “Phoe Pyay.” “Those old ladies are beautiful,” he replied. “I thought they were beautiful when I was young.” I said, “That’s why I fell in love with Ho Nga Ti, but their love was destined to be short, and for some reason they couldn’t be together.” After saying that, I looked outside at the bustling people and cars. The scene was not in my conscious awareness. I couldn’t hear any noise. I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t hear anything. I was staring at an unknown place. Something was pulling me, and all five of my senses were moving unconsciously. I didn’t know where to go.

Then I said to my son, "Drive somewhere," and he said, "Where?"

" Away from school"

"Dad just got back from school."

I said, "Okay, let's just drive back to that school."

My son looked at me with a look like, “Father, you’re already ‘heartbroken, aren’t you?” and drove back to the Yangon University campus. We stopped in front of the Faculty of Arts. I got out of the car. My son said, “Son… I’ll wait in the car. I want to listen to the cassette.” In my mind, I felt like an adult had shown sympathy for a young person and given him a chance to “let loose” for a while. Yes, my son had given me a chance to let loose for a while.

The kankaw forests are quite mature. Even the small thorn tree on the right corner of the Faculty of Arts has become a large thorn tree. Its trunks are now bent and bent, and it is beautiful. The thorn tree is also fully bent. I have been “staying here, my dear” for thirty-eight years. I don’t think the Yangon University campus is a very pleasant place for young people. They like to sing and dance. When our sons want to take them out of the house for a while, they play the old “back, back, back” song. No one comes close. They just run away.

Oh.. when the rains started pouring down heavily, I remembered another poem. The poem "Moetaw Ayayatara" written by you, Navaday. I remember only one verse.

The black one is also black, the black one is fierce, if it is a thunderbolt, the gods of the sky are above, the thunderclaps are loud

I liked it so much that I wrote it down as I remembered it (if the experts disagree, they will correct it. I'm not that important).

So I came back after the rain stopped. I don't know what my son was thinking. In the car, an American country song was playing. It was sung by the Hotel California Eagles. The hollow guitar and drums were also good. The song 0523:00 Qs 'Sweet summer sweet, some days to remember some days to forget, Period. 1969' . I think it was a theme song for me. It was right. The year when my heart was invaded, bombed, and destroyed by the Third World War was 1969.

To be precise, it was April 5, 1969. I don't think you have a very good memory either. Usually, I forget things. I don't know if this month I'm writing about is Thadingyut or Ta Saungmone. If you sign and date it, you can find a newspaper. Or ask someone. Oh.. But how can I forget the day when my country of heart was destroyed and occupied for the third time?

My son said, “I don’t like Hotel California, so I’m going to turn it off.” I said, “Don’t turn it off, Dad, I really like that song, just turn it up a little louder.” My son smiled like he was about to become a Breaking Bad. No problem. Dad and I were just being open. My son said, “ It’s okay. We walked out of the forest in the drizzle, walking slowly and deliberately.” He was in the car.

As I was about to leave the forest, I noticed a clear field on my left. Under the drizzle, the monument to Bo Aung Kyaw stood still.

In the distance, I could see ancient sports sculptures on the red brick walls. Wow. That was the Yangon University Gymnasium. Me, Ko Pyae (Teacher Aung Pyae) and others.