Scarlet Campions Poem by Htetmyet Ne' Ye'

He, who excels in the heart,
Never dull nor cold nor old,
A butterfly lying on a stone,
Up until the end, struggles last.

We all live in the hands of fate unfair,
So early by death he was waylaid,
Though his art will prevail,
But, death will come, we aware.

He was an angel of kindness,
Helping the dying and the dead,
The living is never first,
He was the main assistance.

I remember every dawn,
Him walking in his fabulous gardens,
Scarlet campions and his plantations,
That was all before morn.

Like a dragonfly on a campion,
With a happy heart makes it beautiful,
The whole world becomes a place wonderful,
To problems he was aluminium.

The petal of a flower falls,
All the lights went out,
With a noise so loud,
Everything changed after all.

You make me understand,
The ways and art of life,
To go the heavens as hive,
Not the hells amid.

You made everyone weep,
But thou's heart does leak,
The remaining it leaped,
Always there to peep.

At last all was gone,
All the sweetest memoirs forfeit,
A new destiny awaits,
But campions does live.

You yourself a Scarlet Campion,
Buried deep into my heart,
I will follow thy's art,
As my life champion.