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John Collins Poem
The invaluable star in Asia,
Twinkles throughout the world;
A peaceful land of pleasure,
Is ranked as the celestial abode.
A union of sacrificial people,
From seven states and divisions;
Won't let their star go feeble,
Throughout all fearful situations.
Till the earth & the sky go on,
The flag of Myanmar will flutter;
The patriots, in rhythmic tune,
Will sing National Song together.
He who tries to part this land,
Is our capital enemy, not our own;
The world should understand,
We are all peaceful, but not down.
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John Collins Poem
I don't have complaints with you,
I've got what was in my fate;
A loving heart you broke in two,
you did what you appreciate.
I poured out my feelings to you,
we’d an exchange of heart;
Despite we’re passionate and true,
you ever chose for us to part.
What else can I say, my love —
I know this language well,
Was it the words of love I spoke,
or was it that I didn't tell?
For if that's the very way I failed,
you chose to leave that day —
I'm sorry, my love! I’ve bewailed,
For you, what else can I say?
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John Collins Poem
It is amazing to see this flower,
that despite it grows in mud;
It always raises above the water,
without having fears of flood.
Its color is neither green nor red,
but its stem is green and long;
Grows from a seed, up from bed,
it shows us all how it is strong.
No matter where it grows in dirt,
it always stays above from it,
Bearing all pains that make it hurt,
diverts it route from that shit.
It wouldn't look pretty in the vase,
not can take the place of rose;
But it has no any signs of disgrace,
and has neither rivals and foes.
All days and nights, it keeps awake,
in ponds and lakes, it is rife;
It enlightens us the right path to take,
disregarded the status of life;
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John Collins Poem
The tear-drops fall off her nose,
when she finds herself alone,
She cries out where nobody goes,
her feelings remain unknown.
But her wet eyes tell me a story,
of being in solitude and pain;
I can read her eyes, and memory,
glares inside again and again.
Never shows the scars of her past,
hidden under the thin clothes;
The ?artificial smiles often overcast,
her pains that nobody knows.
But do not think that she's happy,
just look again into her eyes;
Broken to pieces, looks so snappy,
she's now a master of disguise.
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John Collins Poem
Eyes that kept awake together,
And had dreams at night;
Are now crying tears like river,
Risked to lose their sight.
Eyes that looked you beautiful:
An Angel from the above,
The very sights are now fearful,
And look away from love.
Eyes that were stars of the sky,
Befriended you, the moon;
Today, they are like passers-by,
To everyone, they bemoan.
Eyes that looked a better future,
Together with you, my life;
Are lidded with a vague picture,
Of the present, full of strife.
I wonder if they are those eyes,
Never tired gazing your way;
Upto brim, they are full of lies,
And suffer more day by day.
Eyes that never wanted to see,
Tears falling from your eyes;
Now rain and flow into the sea,
Even though I do not cry.
Eyes that glared into delight,
To see your exquisite face;
They've lost their visual sight,
And is dark to every place.
Why the eyes are mild and soft,
That they can't bear a crush;
You are all they are thinking of,
And call your name so much.
But these eyes wish you smile,
Cheeks untasted with tears;
May you be abstain from wile,
In the future, so long years.
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Were we unknown, or were we insane,—
That madly we both contracted this pain;
You couldn't keep me off that you know:
Happiness in the sea of heart would flow.
Gate of my heart was locked and secured,
No harm inside, and no need to be cured;
Maybe I invited you to make me fall apart,
Or did you ever intend to stay in my heart;
No love in heart, and no thoughts in mind,
Suddenly, we fell for like the stormy wind;
Whatever we did then, cannot be undone,
And the path we have taken has no return;
Will separation give us more than we had,
Feelings are complicated — happy and sad.
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John Collins Poem
My life was quite a blank page,
before you wrote this story;
Then what I see was an image,
drawn there to be a memory.
I kept the page and would read,
everything that was written;
She filled it, and I did not need,
anything more to be smitten.
Suddenly, I noticed her feeling,
tended to play with my heart;
And I continued to her writing,
it was different from the start.
Her story was washed in tears,
before I could finish reading;
Then I folded it, but with fears,
reminding myself her heading.
The story proved to be a mirage,
and then faded away slowly;
My life, still a white blank page,
has no painting, and memory.
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