They know not
I'm pure
You're sure
We're trooper

I don't prefer dark poem
Wish this is not my true slogan
Why my poems became dark
Consequence of my ill past

Starting from my next year
Only note down shining stars
Readers can get full of rejoice
Joie de vivre must survive

Busy! busy! busy!
I do understand your difficulties
There are many times in future
We can alone be together

Try to peace with every one
Once in a year you can come
We can be together everywhere
When you finish your job there

I do busy in these days
Father went away, my son ill
I do wish you peace of mind
you're always sway over mine

Reception so poor
Oh My Dear!
Please forgive us
Connection cannot trust
Will get back you soon
When internet resumed

My only son is in hospital
at Asia Royal"May Thandar Oo" is taking care
Thank you my dear old pal
Please pray for him "get well soon"
My friend tycoons
and
his friend baboons!

My dad passed away
early before dawn
He suffered the problems of airway
that he endured "off and on"
His suffering is over now
He'll have to yield the best harvest as he ploughed