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Tuesday, September 4, 2012

I’m Nothing

I’m Nothing
……………
Want to erupt,
But as if a deactive volcano…

Want to close,
But as if a broken door…

Want to fly (away),
But as if a bird broken wing….

Want to shout (loudly),
But as if a dumb one…

Want to rain,
But as if the unable rain-cloud…
………………….
20-08-2012
မူရင္း–ငါ ဘာမွမဟုတ္

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

To My Dear…

The traditional drum from Arakan
My Dear, please come and play (it)
The flower of Royal Orchid, “Tha Zong Pang”
We are the ones, the wealthy of wearing it, My Dear.

The ‘New York’ you call me to come
Not being able to come together with you
Our ancient heritages; the artistic stone carving
Ought to belong to us.

‘IT’ age and abroad
I understand what you said to me
However, My Dear…
At the Land under the Arakan Roma
Because of my growing up
As long as Arakan Roma not being ruined
As long as the flower of Royal Orchid not being extinct
For the welfare of our nationality
Witness with my heart-blood
Water in the Kissapanadi River will tell, My Dear.

Despite of being worm due to loving the earth
We are the worms all
From the Land of Arakan, Oh! My Dear.
…………………

25-08-2011

“အေမာင္..သို႔..” ကဗ်ာေခ်ကို ဘာသာျပန္ၾကည့္ျခင္းျဖစ္ပါသည္။

The Royal Worthy Flower

In the uncertain way of my life,
Having a chance to meet her hazily,
With honesty and pure heart,
She who I was familiar with…

A pair of iris being the most beautiful and the brightest,
The eye brow drooping as the bow,
She who is with a honest and openly heart…

As if a flower with pleasant smell,
And with the full of beauty,
Being proud among the flowers,
She who can make everyone to gaze at…

With fragrance and gentleness,
 As if the Royal Orchid, the Royal Worthy Flower,
Her beauty is more than others…

As if a fragrance rose- bud,
A pair of her red lip,
As if the beauty of (white) pearls,
The lovely teeth looking good,
All these are…
The real beauty of the nature,
None can argue...
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30-07-2011

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မွတ္ခ်က္။

"နန္းထိုက္တဲ့ပန္း" ကဗ်ာကို ဘာသာျပန္ၾကည့္ျခင္းျဖစ္ပါသည္။

Who?

Kills many monks, and commits
The offence of causing schism in monastic order,
But not Devadattha…

Destroys the Buddha Images,
But not Osamabinladen…

Lives under the ground,
But not King Yama…

Be a leader of genocide,
But not Hitler…

Eats human flesh,
But not Porisada…

Be with horn,
But not an ox…

Beats everyone and everything,
But not a mad dog…

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12-10-2007

MUM

Mother’s love is beyond measure,
so We have to pay a gratitude
To the benefactor of us, MOM.

Under the shade of Mom’s love,
I wish to live at the end of my life.

Mom, which is being called in our daily lives,
Is only three alphabets; yet
It’s the most auspicious one in this world.

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February 7, 2009

The Light of Asia, U Ottama

While Myanmar being under the darkness,
He appeared in the western, Arakan Kingdom
To give the ray for the people under the dark.
While the whole Myanmar People being the full of being afraid,
He dare to the "Craddock"
" Hi, Craddock!" “GET OUT!"

While the other leaders being honored,
He is forgotten by the people of Myanmar
To honor him, "the Light of Asia."

While the memorials days of others held inside Myanmar,
The unforgettable day for him isn't allowed inside
To celebrate the unforgettable day of his demise.

However the times and years pass by,
However they insult your gratitude,
Despite you had already been death,
You are always alive in our Arakaneses' heart.


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3-09-2009



Note:This poem is special for 9th September, the 71th years of the demise of Ven. Ottama (U Ottama)

The December the Blood-Snow drops down

At the night of the December so cool,
The peoples’ celebrating “Happy New Year”
I whose Freedom and Land have been lost,
Didn’t wish to take part in it;
I didn’t wish to feel happy
Under the word “Happy”.

It’s a really enjoyable one for other people,
Yet not for me, and all Arakanese as well.
For our Grand Parents, Great Grand Parents
And Great Great Grand Parents’ Blood dropping down
Along the Rakhaing Roma Mountain
And in the whole my Father Land, Arakan Kingdom
In this month, cool December.

Ohh! December, December,December!
In this month our Arakanese’s blood
Dropped down onto the Earth together with snow.
Our Arakanese sacrificed their lives;
All our heritages were destroyed by Burmese
In this so cool December.

Despite it’s been for over Two Hundred Years
For losing our Kingdom, our Freedom;
For our Arakanese’s blood falling down;
For Our heritage being destroyed,
I and all Arakanese can’t disappear in their mind
What happened in the past time.

Oh! December, December, December!
How I (and all Arakanese) can forget
The 31st Day of December!

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31-12-2009

8:37 pm



(For unforgetable day of 31st December when our Kingdom was invaded by Burmese King, all classes of Arakanese were killed, and all our Heratages were destroyed)

BECAUSE OF LOVE

In spite of not being a golden fish,
Can swim across the ocean to meet you…

In spite of not being a bird,
Can fly to meet you in the sky…

In spite of not being a nightingale,
Can sing a sweet song for you…

In spite of not being a poet,
Can compose a lovely poem for you…

In spite of not being a composer,
Can compose a lovely song for you…
..........
27-5-2009     :35 am
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