Fighting With Usual Ones Poem by aung si myanmar
Fighting With Usual Ones
Usual cravings, as usual,
Come to me in plural.
For not enough defense,
For over offensive bad,
Shall I lose this pretty math?
Nothing I hate more than usual ones.
Like November that needs only December
To end one year,
Shall I give up my intense desire?
Together with usual theory,
To get the pass-mark solitary,
Should I sit this exam blowzy?
If there were a right map of life,
I would avoid those with unusual might.
But now, by riding a horse neither male nor female,
Shall I keep acting as a character stray?
I don't wanna be a king in usual custom paragon.
I don't wanna ascend already used throne.
If your heart is not new,
If your love is blue,
You will fail my interview.
Let my loner life live along
Instead of being in usual crowd.
My heart wishes unusual heartbeat sound.
routine can be boring, we all like a change and a chalenge, but no matter what you do in life there is a routine in there somewhere, we just have to deal with it, nice write.
I don't wanna be a king in usual custom paragon. I don't wanna ascend already used throne. Very interesting lines.
its very diffrent and sometimes a little confusing but very great! xx Tamara
Very different and well written..longing for the unusual. Good job!
Good and fantastic. Looking for especial things in our life gives an other color to it. we should break the cage of our life and look for new and fresh things. well done aung.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 11:04:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes...I accept you also have a talent to create a poem that is mixed with rhymes and modern....I like this! Great Job!