U Win Kyi
U Win Kyi Poems
Mother Day (A Neglected Mother's Loneliness And Sorrow)
Every year on Mother Day,
I have many words to say,
from here Old-Age home where I stay,
to my children who live far, far away,
who are too busy, a visit they rarely pay.
My hairs are becoming sparse and gray,
My teeth decay,
and break away,
My mind depresses and in dismay,
My nervous response slow and delays,
My memory forgetful and in disarray,
My legs weak and walk in sway,
I feel so gloomy when the day is without sun-rays,
I feel so scare when the night is without moon-light spray,
I keep the toys made of clay,
with which in ...
My Father's Wallet
My father's wallet is empty of buck,
But full of photos of family whom he loves.
He put it not in the trouser pocket,
At the back of his ass,
But in the shirt pocket,
In front of his chest.
Underneath is where his loving and kind heart lies,
So as to remember us until he dies.