Phan Thanh gian Poems

One day, I will yearn nothing, spurn nothing.
For now I live in my selfish cocoon
One day, I will become a butterfly
With wings not made from this world.
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He once fought against national traitors
Now he, himself, is branded a conspirator
His whereabouts is known only to his tormentors
Perhaps, he's now lying beneath the trees
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I hope one day to know your secrets.
My pretty chimes, where the Wind has been?
Which corner of the world will it go next?
Are you just a messenger of the Wind?
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There is a certain flower,
Among the countless petals.
There is a special stone,
Hidden beneath the mountain.
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There is something intelligent in those eyes
They say a lot more than a thousand words
Without uttering a single whisper
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There is no one here
Only the sounds of the howling wind,
On this desolate rocky outcrop.
There is nothing here,
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(In praise of Mahatma Gandhi)

Have we known the many sorrows of war?
Now, have we also known some joy of peace?
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Bread and water kept me alive,
But your Words are the very enrichment of my soul...

In my mind, I have edified a truly grand temple
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