The following poem was composed for my beloved friend. I would like to apologize to you for my broken words, broken rhythm and broken meaning… but I believe you will surely forgive me if you know my real intention… to cheer up broken hearts…
Shwe Paul
There is a friend with five names
And, these are gained without pain
My aim is just friendly love
Altogether five is fairly enough
The first comes with mother’s gift
God may bless you, ‘long-lived’
I hope, this name can live forever
Yet, I wonder if it’s true or never
I wonder why you get another name
While you are not being insane
Because of fried beans, I thought
Your second name has been got
The third one is the worst, you say
But it means you can’t be gay
All I know is that my friend
You gaze all the girls in front!
Don’t shame because of color and height
One day, you can be tall and white
It’s just kidding, yet, my friend
Forget, and move to the end.
It’s the final name you get
Yes, every one will never forget
I beg you not forget me all
Now, the whole world will call
‘Shwe Paul’, ‘Shwe Paul’!
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