Better than it

Come on ,wind !

Blow through me sharply and share me suffering

Take me and throw away from the bleak labelling

Break all risks and clear the cognition

Tear me into tiny pieces by your provocation

Cut off my head and make me ending

It could be better than misunderstanding .

Come on,rain !

Drop on me heavily and give me pains

Shoot me and bury in the pouring drain

Flow in my eyes and send to the ocean of blame

Hit me like a hammer over and over again

Stop my breath and let me pass away to plain

It could be better than shame .

Nyein Nyein Pyae


Jan 2,2012 (Mon)

On the bus ,way to home

It’s windy and rainy evening in Yangon .



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