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John Collins Poem
Myanmar
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.
Copyright © John Collins | Year Posted 2017
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John Collins Poem
A name of three words I often recite,
that comes from my heart to tongue;
And with the ink made of tears I write,
come and listen to my soul's song.
Times fly by recalling this sweet name,
and rains of happiness drizzle on me;
Seasons change; but I remain the same,
revising this name — Shwe Eim Si.
With this name, my lovely days begin;
and nights are sweet with dreams;
The air of this name I often breathe in,
quite sitting under the moonbeams.
Thus, I never feel lonely being alone;
reciting the name that I can't disown.
Copyright © John Collins | Year Posted 2017
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