A Poor Man's Paradise (1) (Many Stars Hut) Poem by U Win Kyi

A poor man's house had a big crowd,
Situated at the roadside with noise so loud,
Couldn't afford to buy a new one with a big buck,
Because never favored by a good luck,
In summer, the hot corrugated iron sheet roof was so low,
That it was like baking in oven with a glow,
In rainy season, the roof leaked,
For sleep in a dry place, the children had to seek,
The blanket and mattress were so soaked and wet,
They looked like drowned rats,
In heavy rains, the floor sunk,
The children had to sleep on the double bunk,
In winter, the icy wind blew through the paneless window,
To the bone, it was so chilling and cold,
In every corner, there danced a bunch of cockroach,
The poor children were angry and loathe,
Day and night partying were a pack of rowdy rats,
The children tried to catch them alive or dead,
For call of nature, they had a pit-latrine,
Intolerant of gut-wrenching smell it would bring,
They had 3 climates regularly changed,
But for them the misery was all the same,
Many more troubles came,
No time for them to grunt and complain,
One day a strong wind blew the roof off some sheets,
Since then the children no more counted the number of sheep,
Before going to sleep,
Then they were counting the numerous stars,
Which was much, much more than a hotel with 5 stars,
After seeing them, the poor man didn't know
whether to cry or feel sad,
or to laugh or feel glad.