လိုက္မွာလားကြယ့္ ခ်စ္တဲ့သူ

လာသြားစို႔ေလ
မိုးရြာေနၿပီ
ထီးမပါဘဲ စိုခ်င္စိုပါေစ
ေခါင္းေတြကို ေမာ့ထား
မိုးစက္ေတြၾကားမွာ
ေလဟုန္ကိုခြင္း
ေတာင္က်ေရလို အျပင္းႏွင္။ 

Flowers in the Grass Ledgend (3)

Deciver's Season

Cast in the shape of scent or suggestion;
over, along night’s avenue streaming,
as hope or moth above street-lamp flying,
paradise flutters the evening air.

Is it the almond’s coral bay
which beckons both the heart and eye
to fabled continents of pearl
where paradise gardens sway with the wind?

Caught in a crochet of leaves and tresses-
a conjured trellis of gold and green-
close to the touch yet not for touching,
paradise hovers an inch out of hand.

So April ends and the charm is over.
One dawn within the shaken boughs
we find a death’s-head choked with blossom….
paradise gardens fall in the wind.
Derek Stanford
1918


There was a time Indian Lilac blomming daringly in a summer. But before that flowers were even waiting to bloom, there was a person who listened someone's secret dream.

What could be the dream of a little girl three years ago? Whom did she trust and open her heart? Now, these are not important at all. Whom, did I trust? May I ask myself again. Is there a posibility she can manage with? It is not important at all. However, the only important thing is to carry on.

One may not notice that receiving trust from someone is a responsibility to maintain the trust.

With a heartfull of love and a pocketfull of dreams,

Pan Pon Pyin

ေက်ာင္းသြားေဖၚ ႏွင္႔ ဒဂၤါးျပား

ေ၀း ကြာမွဳေတြရဲ့ နိဒါန္းကို ၿငိမ္းခ်မ္းျခင္း ရဲ့ အစလို႔ လမ္းခြဲမွာ ငါတို႔ သတ္မွတ္ၾကတယ္ ဆိုပါစို႔ ေက်ာင္းသြားေဖၚေရ…. မၿငိမ္းခ်မ္း လည္းရိွပါေစ 

A Homeless Evening

There is not a single star, where will be the moon?
Not a piece of cloud, where will be the cover from glare?
Please not a single bird,
for there is a pair of teary eyes with full of expectation.
Where will be my hide-out?
Some say that a heor just roam around,
May I not be a hero.
May I be a bird who can go back home for every single flight.
Even the flowers in my mother's garden will cry
if I don't have a place to lie.
Please, all the lullabies come to me,
for a girl longing for home.

Exquisite Story of Night

Welcome thee with the disappearance of my immortality. I am repeating an endless pilgrimage for all my life long to thee, My existence, march, victory and capacity destined to thy inaugurating. We are......... Not together forever,