1. BURMA
Tula
Ginoong Charley, Ikaw ang Pinili Ko
Ni Maung Chaw Nwe
Ginoong Charley,
Ikaw ang pinili ko.
Sasabihinkongmuli,
Ginoong Charley,
Ikaw ang pinili ko.
Ikaw!
Ginoong Charley, tanging napili ko,
Karamihandito ay dahil sa iyo.
Isangmagandangpagkakataon ang ika’ymapili,
Ngayon ay napagatanto ko
Ikaw
Ang napilimo ay marami.
Marami sa amin ang naghintay sa iyongpagpili,
Ngayon ay mas alam ko na.
Tuminginka...
Ginoong Charley,
Natutunanmo kung paano dumiskarte,
Bagokanatutongmamili.
Ikaw
Ay manggagawanghindisinanay,
Ikaw ay isangbaliw sa sinapupunan,
Ang pagkakakilala ko sa iyo
Ay naging basura.
Tuminginka...
Ginoong Charley,
Ang basura ay higit pa sa dugo’tlaman.
Ikaw ang piniliko
Ang iyongpinili
At ang iyongpinabango.
Hayaanmonglinawin ko ang akingsarili,
Ginoong Charley,
Ikaw ang pinili ko..
Lullaby for a Night
Eaindra
Ang kanyang ngitit ay nakamamatay.
Saunangsulok ng akingpagpapalawig ng
kanangkamay
Kultura 'y palsipikado...
Hindi kanagkunwaring
Napapansin ang akingpagkukunwari.
Naging kasuklam-suklam
Ang magingbalingkinitan at matatag...
Ako ay nanginigsalamig.
Ito na...
Ang pagkahalata ng akingpaghibik
Hanggang ang mga bisig ng gabi ay bumigay
Magkukunwariakonghindinapansin
Ang iyongpaghihinala
Ang Mamamaril
Pandora
Kung makitamo ang bandilangpumaparada
Suhetuhin ang iyongpamamaga
Walangpagpapasabog
Ang giyera ay dapatnamagingtahimik
May tamangpag-iisip, sa dugong nanlalamig
Samatalim na pamamaril, ng mga sanay na
kamay
Ipasikat ang kahusayangaya ng sa araw
Magbalatkayotulad ng isanghunyango
Hindi natitinaggaya ng tulog
Huwagkumurap, huwagmaglakadnangtulog
Huwagpalagpasin ang bawatpagkakataon
Kung maaari, magpatay-patayan
Huwagkumibotkahitsila’ymaglakadsaiyongpalibo
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Sisihin ang kapalarankungbinarilnangmalapitan
Upangsiguruhin ang kamatayan
Ang buhay ay maaaringmagtapossapag-asa
Wala ng dapat pang pag-isipan
Halimbawa ay…Limangkaaway ang parating
Limangbalanalamang sa iyo ay nalalabi.

2. An Evening With a City Girl
Pandora
Evening still swelters
In the strides inside
The miniskirt of the city girl.
We have just gazed leisurely at
The statue of the street-smart lion
Who has gobbled up a jouncing
fish and stepped on the fishtail.
What a phiz!
She is concerned
With not having a seat
With not getting discounts
With being stepped on
With not having concerns
With the insecurity of a snake
Who has just shed her skin.
As for me
A starving tiger
A jilted tiger
A lonely tiger
I want to bite off and
Devour my own stripes
I have to conceal the sound of
My waggling tail.
She is
Tempted by
The vertical lines.
She couldn't fan her senses out
Towards the endless fields.
I am
Sighing heavy-heartedly
At the stretch of the horizontal lines.
I couldn't look up.
The bootlegged breeze in the pirated river
Brushed past our authentic imaginations.
A queue over there arouses her curiousness.
I, for one, fancy catching the waves
Reflected upon the leftover sunlight.
She is educated.
She small-talks about
The prospects of natural resources,
The mutually-beneficial aspects of
Human resources in migration.
I am civilized.
I discuss by-the-way
The fluid localism of languages
The potential advantages of centralization.
Whatever
The evening is at peace with herself
She has had a gulp of her beer
I have had a bite of my pizza>
We never happened to include in our
conversation
Those gangsters in Southeast Asia.
KhinAung Aye
Achilles’Heel
KhinAyungAye
I can knock your jaws off.
So the story goes…
In that corner,Delousing or debugging
Almost ending up in sex.
A poem I slept with a night too late,
What I’ve been imbibing for four/five years,
All have come into being just now.
The flowers that dare to sing
The restless midnight bells
The wild buffalos petrified of dreaming.
Above floating curtains
History in the form of a silk lace.
These are just portrayals
By milestones we have passed
And ashes in our clenched fists.
As for me,
He who’s using talcum powder,
He who’s using fragranced soap.
Ahead of us,
Doors opening ajar, one after another,
And an obsequious dog who knows exactly his
master’s desires.
The dark cloud sinning to the end of the
samsara
.I had to swallow a bit of arak.
Then, After a lot of ‘thens’,
I was sold by my own street-smartness.
All I get in return are gilded footsteps
Futures fashioned by a stray.
Listen…
As if just waking up,
The mouth that’s about to be nitpicking me
,Like picking mushrooms and bamboo shoots
,The look about to bury you alive,
Along with them,
A pair of hypocritical hands.
Between the two of us,
There never was a misunderstood kyat.
Now you want to murder me?
What day was it yesterday?
As our child jingles at home
,I am still drowning in the mire of lies outdoors.

3. Poisonous liquid,DailyVita,
Existentialism…whatever.
In such perfect pitch
Who are you to resist
Before everything is squandered
At a snap of my fingers,
The social affairs are executed.
All of a sudden,
In this lovelorn evening
With suicidal tendencies,
I kiss the twilight,
I sing a song of agony.