#rbu_1298_ក្រមុំសុំចាញ់​ ​

ម៉ែចង់បង្ហាញ ឲ្យគេដឹង
ម៉ែស្អាតអ៊ីចឹង ដូចក្រមុំ
កំលោះ​តាមញ៉ែ គេតាមសុំ
ម៉ែថាទេកុំ មានប្ដីហើយ។​

គេថាមិនអី ឲ្យតែព្រម
ក្រមុំល្មមៗ គេមិនឆ្លើយ
ឯម៉ែវិញនេះ កូន​ឃើញ​ហើយ
មិនខ្ចះសោះឡើយ កំលោះ​ញ៉ែ។

ខ្លះ​ញ៉ែ​តាមផ្លូវ​ ឪកូនទាន់
គេចោមមើលលាន់​ ចូល​មកក្បែរ
សម្លឹងមើលជិត ពិនិត្យ​ម៉ែ
ថាទាំងក្រុងស្រែ ចាញ់​ម៉ែដាច់។

ខ្លះ​តាមដល់ផ្ទះ សំពះសុំ
ម៉ែថាទេកុំ ខ្ញុំប្ដូរប្ដេជ្ញ
មើល​ឪអាទូច នេះឃើញស្រេច
មិនបាច់​បកស្រាយ​ វែង​ឆ្ងាយអី!

ឪកូនពេលខ្លះ ចេះប្រចណ្ឌ
ថាម៉ែមិនកាន់​ ក្រឹត្យក្រម​ស្រី
បង្ហាញ​សព្វ​សាច់ ខ្លួន​មានប្ដី
ម៉ែថាចង់ល្បី ប្ដី​ល្បីដែរ។​

#rbu_949_How_and_Much_Feel?

October 2, 2015 · Edited ·

Summer means freezer in the States,
As Winter does come so much late,
E'en black and white clouds mock the Earth,
Her promise hasn't seen its birth.

The wind whirls engulfing its shame,
As friendship becomes a real game,
Of life as lies are in their norms,
Shaping their wishes into storms.

How to conceal the shame of shames?
To flee away and change names,
Or bury them deep underground,
Nobody could find - aren't they found?

Time would unearth them and then show,
To the world from their tomb - shallow.
The truth itself would then reveal,
Her lying face -- how would she feel?

Why do I write this poem alone?
- Oh no, not to regret and moan,
But not to breach a promise made,
To tell her its color won't fade.

She said she'd write poems with me,
In English, yep English, we'd see,
Now, her frivolous words turned lies,
Racing against time as time flies.

NOTE:

Puthpong Sao
This poem was written after a foreign poet hadn't come to write poems together with me as promised. However, I did keep my words and wrote it alone.

© 2015 rbu_spp 12:12 pm Friday October 2, 2015 Puthpong Sao

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