ဥယ်ာဥ္ၿမိဳ႕ေတာ္
on Monday, June 3, 2013 at
12:04am
လိုခ်င္တာက
အစိမ္းေရာင္ေတာအုပ္ထဲကသိုက္ျမံဳလွလွေတြ ။
ရလိုက္တာက
အဝါေရာင္လြင္ျပင္ထဲကကုဗတုံးအခြံေတြ ။
တစ္ေန႔တစ္ေန႔
ဒုကၡနဲ႔အဆာျဖည့္ထားတဲ႔ေပါင္မုန္႔တုံးေတြ
ၿမိဳ႕ေတာ္ႀကီးနဲ႔သူ႔ပရိဝုဏ္အၾကား
ေသြးရူးေသြးတန္း
ေခါက္တုံ႔ေခါက္ျပန္အေျပးေျပးအလႊားလႊား ။
ညေနညေန စည္တယ္ေလ
ရီေဝေဝရက္စေတာရန္႔မွာ
အရပ္ကေလးကိုမွအားမနာ
သုံးပုဒ္တစ္ရာတန္ေအာ္သံေတြက
သူ႔နံရံေတြကိုကုတ္ျခစ္ေနတယ္ ။
ေတာ္ပါေသးရဲ႕
ဝတၳဳေရးတဲ႔ေဆးထိုးအပ္ရယ္
ကဗ်ာစပ္တဲ႔ဖလင္ေကာ္ျပားရယ္
သီခ်င္းေရးတဲ႔ တီစကြဲယားရယ္
သူ႔ရင္ဘတ္အတြင္းသားထဲ
အဆုပ္လိုက္အခဲလိုက္ဖူးပြင့္ေနလို႔သာ
သူ႔ခမ်ာ
ဥယ်ာဥ္ၿမိဳ႕ေတာ္ျဖစ္ေနရရွာတာ ။ ။
မင္းညြန္႔လိႈင္
စတိုင္သစ္ ၂၀၀၁ ဇႏၷဝါရီ
အစိမ္းေရာင္ေတာအုပ္ထဲကသိုက္ျမံဳလွလွေတြ ။
ရလိုက္တာက
အဝါေရာင္လြင္ျပင္ထဲကကုဗတုံးအခြံေတြ ။
တစ္ေန႔တစ္ေန႔
ဒုကၡနဲ႔အဆာျဖည့္ထားတဲ႔ေပါင္မုန္႔တုံးေတြ
ၿမိဳ႕ေတာ္ႀကီးနဲ႔သူ႔ပရိဝုဏ္အၾကား
ေသြးရူးေသြးတန္း
ေခါက္တုံ႔ေခါက္ျပန္အေျပးေျပးအလႊားလႊား ။
ညေနညေန စည္တယ္ေလ
ရီေဝေဝရက္စေတာရန္႔မွာ
အရပ္ကေလးကိုမွအားမနာ
သုံးပုဒ္တစ္ရာတန္ေအာ္သံေတြက
သူ႔နံရံေတြကိုကုတ္ျခစ္ေနတယ္ ။
ေတာ္ပါေသးရဲ႕
ဝတၳဳေရးတဲ႔ေဆးထိုးအပ္ရယ္
ကဗ်ာစပ္တဲ႔ဖလင္ေကာ္ျပားရယ္
သီခ်င္းေရးတဲ႔ တီစကြဲယားရယ္
သူ႔ရင္ဘတ္အတြင္းသားထဲ
အဆုပ္လိုက္အခဲလိုက္ဖူးပြင့္ေနလို႔သာ
သူ႔ခမ်ာ
ဥယ်ာဥ္ၿမိဳ႕ေတာ္ျဖစ္ေနရရွာတာ ။ ။
မင္းညြန္႔လိႈင္
စတိုင္သစ္ ၂၀၀၁ ဇႏၷဝါရီ
Garden City
on Saturday, June 1, 2013 at 4:09pm
What
he wants is
Beautiful nets of the green forest.
What he gets is
Empty cubes of the yellow plain.
Day after day
Between the city and his compound
Loaves of trouble stuffed bread
Running to and fro
Hysterically.
Over crowed with boozers in the evenimgs
At the hazy restaurant
Without caring to the surroundings
Noise of three spngs for hundred kyats
Scratching at his walls.
How lucky he is!
A syringe that creates novels
A film plate that writes poems
And a T-square that composes lyrics
All these are blooming abundantly in his heart
Makes him a real garden city.
Min Myunt Hlaing
Trs by N G A.
Beautiful nets of the green forest.
What he gets is
Empty cubes of the yellow plain.
Day after day
Between the city and his compound
Loaves of trouble stuffed bread
Running to and fro
Hysterically.
Over crowed with boozers in the evenimgs
At the hazy restaurant
Without caring to the surroundings
Noise of three spngs for hundred kyats
Scratching at his walls.
How lucky he is!
A syringe that creates novels
A film plate that writes poems
And a T-square that composes lyrics
All these are blooming abundantly in his heart
Makes him a real garden city.
Min Myunt Hlaing
Trs by N G A.
