Saturday, October 6, 2007
My mother sent me to a school in city
Investing her sweat and much money
To be mom of educated man in village.
Whenever I feel in haze
Loathing by myself,
I breathe at back door intensively.
When I look back the way I’ve walked
There’re holes so wide
And water fall whenever it rains
.
Though my mother’s sweat and
Past good deeds what I did in previous existences
Make me become somebody
I’m a wolf,
Go about ones daily routine
Without fairness.
To my friend... Lwan Nyein
Printed in The Light of English Mazine.
Trs; Agga
Labels: poem
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