She - Poem by Eindaray Kyaw
Not for money, but for country
A shoulder to cry on for poor, hungry
Appreciate her deepest sympathy!
Not for pride, but for survive
A sky to depend on for unsafe lives
No doubt her wonderful might!
Not for high scores, but for free snows
An arrow to hold on for thee zeros
With plenty of strings to her bow!
Not for influence, but for development
A bullet to get on for future-blacked
Take her words for golden luck!
Not for popularity, but for humanity
An oasis to rely on for thirsties
Welcome her energetic activity! !
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