Nyein Way

Veteran Poet - 1,077 Points (19.1.1962 / Yangon)

A Budget Or Bud-Jet - Poem by Nyein Way

When you see it, it is just a pile of numbers or a graph or a grip or a table.
When you feel it, it metamorphoses into a monster or an elephant or a bird or a fish or a tiger or a eel or a dog or a shark or a bug or a snake or a hawk or a vulture or a rat or a whale or an ant or a cat or a.......
When you use it, it is just a machine.
when you lose it, it is a hell.
When you win it, it is just a heaven.
When you die, it is just a pile of numbers.

Comments about A Budget Or Bud-Jet by Nyein Way

  • Brian Jani (6/22/2014 2:21:00 PM)

    I don't seem to understand this poem, it just one fact after another (Report) Reply

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  • (10/6/2009 6:08:00 AM)

    Putting forth a proposition of facts real or unreal, yet crumbling in the end. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 6, 2009

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