The portrait of a young man
Adison Moirangthem *
Those lovely days had gone, flew away.
Now with a suit, neck tie, polished shoe.
Of course a sweetly scented life now
seen on a big white screen.
Nothing for but to be a mere faithful, sincere, committed servant.
To survive, 'A Young handsome man'.
So, I smile every square,
Yes! I'm happy! Fine! every corner.
It is the reality to the world.
What might be the another reality?
what's there at the back stage?
Sorry! no one have thought about it.
World knows only virtual figure.
Knows nothing about its reality.
Love to say, 'A true reality far from me'.
When in solitary asked
Who am l?
Weep and speak out loud inside -
"I'm a Reek".
* Poem written by Adison Moirangthem for e-pao.net
The writer can be contacted at gadisonmoirangcha(AT)gmail(DOT)com
This poem was webcasted on 03 January 2023 .
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