Merciless November
Leishemba Loushambam *
Man of service,
The Mankind Procure
Nor the Executives, Then the Legislature
To Live is to serve ,
Live Live Live Only to serve
He lives a short life with brimful services
Now you must've tired,
So please lay on the grave of flowers
With garlands of lamantcy you deserved
For all the service you serve;
10th O november
Have u no decency ?
To grave way my apetite
With none of yo'r apricite
Now who will lead my hands?
To see the Festive of Sangai.
Every year but not anymore
Fear the cried when thy see thee face
And one cried out from the hues of light
"Livings are for those who fear deaths
And for the death is to scare the life."
Note : The poem is written by 16 year old Leishemba Loushambam for his late uncle (Bachou)
* Poem written by Leishemba Loushambam for e-pao.net
The writer is a Student of Comet school
and can be reached at leishembaloushambam6(AT)gmail(DOT)com
This poem was webcasted on 13 November 2023 .
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