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May 2021
You can't see me how my eyes sore
I was a blind man when you fall
My head bowed down to ye
The ground I only see

You left too soon at your last teen
Far, far away there can't be seen
A bad man has no ears
Did you call softly "Pa"

Sure I follow you when time comes
To pay my debts to you, my son
While you rest in your sleep
Both day and night I weep

Till my lungs crack and heart comes out
No one heard but I'm shouting loud
We'll meet again, said I
Do wait for me I'll join
18 May 2021
In memory of my late son Nanda Phyo Win
who passed away on 1st September 2020
Wai Phyo Win
Written by
Wai Phyo Win  49/M/Myanmar
(49/M/Myanmar)   
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