Haven’t seen each other for a while;

Still think of you all the times;

My affection,

Like the gloomy dark leaves

Of the rainy season,

Blooms in a sweep

 On short-lived days;

In the tug of war

Between the rights and wrongs

Of inexplicable meanings,

Let’s live without answers;

Hope to doze off for a while In the present;

Shall resume our serenade In our next incarnation.


By Khin Aung Aye

(translated from Burmese by Kenneth Wong)

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