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Maung Wuntha (1945 - 2013),
the one who published my first article in his magazine ‘A Tway A Myin’ in 1996
and, it encouraged my spirit to write more. If he did not accept my article
published in his magazine, I dared say my pen name ‘Junior Win’ would never be
born in this world. When I heard the news of his death, my heart sank with tear
even I heard he battled with lung cancer for many months. He was so kind and,
his family and ours tied with very closed friendship. He was as uncle to me. I knew he loved writing.
He always thought and wrote even he suffered with lung cancer. He lastly wrote
an article in the hospital before he died a week.
I remembered a poem
‘The terror of death’, by John Keats, which seemed referred to my dear writer,
Maung Wuntha, and I wanted to quote some famous lines to honor him.
He might be the hero in
this poem as
‘When I have fear that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,....
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;’
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