We'd travelled in numbers huge and planning
we treasured those all trips count but over
Go always together like the lovers
I wonder alone where you are living?
Your omnipresent are like delusion
for God sake 'searching', elusive answer
These ideas illogical, to 'strangers'
A sound, a scent, a shade, a shadow; longing
Come near me! you're a phantom or the ghost!
I always open arms to you my boy
my son, you're welcomed, pristine my true host
God granted courage: holding ice or fire
Not you are out-and-out my son, let's toss
The time a hundred days I need you dear
To my late son Nanda Phyo Win who passed away on 1st September 2020
~ Petrarchan Sonnet ~
Wai Phyo Win
[ 9 December 2020 ]