Starting the first point of this story
I know, I was wrong and crazy
Cos I tasted a bitter coffee
Enough to be extremely dizzy.
In spite of not being unconscious,
Due to not knowing flowers are poisonous,
The result is such incredible sadness
That my heart almost falls on earth.
Last, do I lose in love game?
But I don't show hatred and blame.
Despite you make me shame,
I'll be no longer insane.
Even if my everything is blind,
For sharing your bland smile
Which cheers my hungry eyes,
Thanks till I'll be buried in soil.
It's a diamond-in-the-rough, salveagable. And as much as I like comments, I feel yours was half-hearted and it missed the point of my piece. I have made some changes on it and I would like for you to see if your perspective changes also, thanks aung si.
Last, do I (aung si) lose in love game? Probably, I'm afraid, Last, do I (aung si) lose in Poetry, all the same? No, because I make the grade!
Here (some how) i go with ya. i just know the love sometimes will bring hate. but the word hate is incorrect. we should say: it brings sober! we will feel how our love is. Perfect one.
'But i don't show hatred and blame' caught me i really love your work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Despite you make me shame, I'll be no longer insane.................did your love really make you shame? ? If so..I wish you'll be really no longer insane!