Eindaray Kyaw

Rookie (8th Sep,1996 / Yangon)

Widow - Poem by Eindaray Kyaw

Rumors and gossips on the floor
That flirting with guys, short and tall
Begin to burst my higher world
No one can see my poor soul;

Despite trying to neglect
But, fail and be tired, helpless;

Called a lonely, yet stony heart
Ever bleeding for other cowards;

Coaxed to lean on them
Almost insulted by gentlemen
Oh! My Sweety, let me run;

A need to swallow my pride
Before you let me take my life;

Just knowing it's a bad case
Big waves of relief wash over my face;

Please call me 'Scarlett' in dream
Soon, all will have 'Gone with the Wind'.
(Her sweet laughter comes out coldly............!)

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  • Aung Si (8/16/2012 11:58:00 PM)


    A need to swallow my pride, Big waves of relief wash over my face, Soon, all will have gone with the wind, I love these verses.And your ability of seeking rhymes is so powerful and marvelous. (Report) Reply

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  • (8/15/2012 9:10:00 AM)


    Liked this, especially the Sweety line and the last verse. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012



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