My Audiences - Poem by Eindaray Kyaw
What I tried to pick up
The oldie pass-ports to 'Success'
With a burning desire to recollect;
Although I created easy-harmony
Among fellows of necessary;
Being got nowhere
Just supposed to be not fair!
Although I changed to pride myself
On everything they believe important;
Being gone wrong
Just supposed to be not crowned!
Although I'd like to lose my temper
Freely exploded into wild laughter;
Being a fruitless attempt
Just supposed to be so violent!
Finally, I decided to neglect all
With heavy sigh how to avoid flaw;
Again and again, being in vain
Still supposed to be shamed! ! !
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