It’s all because of Ma Moe and her ideas. :P
I’ll try my best to follow along. I’ll write Burmese and English or mix verses every week.
I’m no poet nor I a writer, so bear with me.

Dying Inspirations

Other day Ma Moe said,
For me to write a poem every night,
I said, “Oh ma, how can I!”,
“For I, not know a poem”.
She said “May you Do or Die”,
“Cos’ I can glare from a thousand miles”.

I begged and dragged and made a bribe,
To write a poem every forth-night.
We settled with our scores,
To have it on weekly chores,

So I scratch and scrub and start to track,
To see how my smart arse progress.
Then my bro came and said,
Are you crazy, what a crap,
That doesn’t make a single sense.

I said, “What you! Don’t be a slime,”
“Give yourself a simple try, to make it a better rhyme.”
But I know he doesn’t care,
He thinks poems are dull as squares.

So here on Mayvelous I shall scream,
To regain my dying inspirations.
And I stare, glare, flair and share the rhythm,
With a little tag for Sarnil and Jason.

Tagging You: Criers, 99Sanay, CMS, N3, Sarnil, Jason

No nah nah not me! Ma Moe started it!!! :D

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