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Sad plight of a friend

From: Mg Yit
EMail: bookwormz_99@yahoo.com

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I really don't want to write this message, my dear friend, but I can not help it with my heavy heart.

It is for thee, and it is for me, and it is for every son of a country deserted that we leave.

When we are in good old school days, we only dream of our future as of our own as together with our parents, with our family, with our people, we shall build a country of our own.

However, we could not be a being of our dream at last. You leave your way, I leave mine, and we depart from our parents, family, and people at last.

Have we tried our best back in our student days? May other asked..Yes, That's my answer, your answer & our answer that we had gone against the storm of tyranny back in 10 years plus cost us a wound in the heart.

Now, we are workers of the other society, fugitive of our own destiny further away from home. For other people dream, we build the country not of our own. We are fading from ourselves without a cause, without a dream, without being of our own society.

We named ourselves as die-hard, is it really true? To forget our past, present & future ahead .... Are you still building yourself?

Now you fall from grace.. You submit yourself a lost of our track... You bid us farewell without acknowledge.

Is it that too much pressure of work not of your own..not of our own? Is it that too much that you destroy yourself with alcohol and cigarettes? Is it that too much a distance between your love a hopeless?

Well my dear friend, I won't say farewell to you that I regard one day you will come back... To us To our family To our beloved country To our destiny...

mgyit

Burmese


Last changed: November 10, 2000