The wave
Rumeensha Nguwruw Moyon *
Reckon back the childhood
Where before shyness I knew
Where before understanding wore me
I had raised my hand to wave
To the passing soldiers I waved
With giggles echoing tinkle bell alike,
And waves when returned the same
Run, run would be me away in bliss.
The sun rises and sets.
Laughter and love grow up
Matured me, recall so the foregone days;
My childhood's wave with the soldiers
That I jived waving as by they passed.
Surely would've drawn their memories back
And they might have longed their homes,
They might have missed their kids afar.
Oe'r there, Oe'r here, as yet I walk
I see children in glee waving the same.
And in heart though I hope to begin
Shyness now clings me bouquet smile with.
Alas! Never again be the wave I thought.
* Poem written by Rumeensha Nguwruw Moyon which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on December 14 2012.
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