Birds of a feather
I have none like mine,
I perch alone in destitute
The sad abandoned tree,
In whose branch I sit
And sing myself a tune.
Time walks ahead
I drag myself to catch,
My heart lags a beat
Beneath the broken vows,
And there I sit and sing
A sad melancholy song.
Modern Pi Hmuaki a la damreng e......
ReplyDeleteChuti em mawni dawn le aw.... Chn... he poem hi han tih style deuh duah emaw ka tum lem lo....
ReplyDeleteI just luv its simple innocent revealation of one's loneliness.... :) Enjoy!!!
Whoa..!!! i think u just wrote something for me... like it...
ReplyDeleteMy heart lags a beat..........LOL.... Dis is no... Lags tih lai tak khi.... :P
ReplyDeleteI think, a lot of people can relate to this. But need it be destitute and sad?? I beg to differ on that particular point. But it does envoke a feeling nostalgia. Short, sweet but precise. Love it!!
ReplyDeletekeichu The Silent Tear tih kha duh ber mai...xD
ReplyDeleteA thluk ka lo siam dawn mi hla atan? :P nice one
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Thnx Guys...
ReplyDelete@jeremy, thnx
@xSpoNgeBoBx, lag lai tak khi i lo hrethiam fal.... ur daily job^^^^^^^
@Moi, thn for ur "Short, sweet but precise" comment :)
Birds of a feather,you have none like they coz you are genuine.....Love your poem....
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tweeetttt tweetttt.....sweet lutukz....nizan khan ka enhman lova....
ReplyDeletewhose branch.. broken vows,, nice njoyed
ReplyDeleteread of June and of may..
ReplyDeleteread of September then of July..
read your thoughts and of your heart..
maybe people are meant to part....
though its sad and it hurts..
least words come out in rhymes when it hurts...
:)
ka chunga mi chu va luangliam ve aw... hold on, am ploting another poem after this titled MelancholyII
ReplyDelete@Moia, destitution and sadness are just transitory... the next poem aviates from it...
u did it agn....u go gal!!! make sure 1 day u publish it...
ReplyDeletei love it!! :)
ReplyDeletelal Bd... tunlai i poem hi a sad ka ti tlat :P
ReplyDeletehetilai hi ka duh lutuk
I perch alone in destitute
The sad abandoned tree,
In whose branch I sit
And sing myself a tune
Mahni hian kan in awi lungawi chawp thrin reng asin ^.^
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ReplyDeleteMahni chuan nih ka ring chiah lo
ReplyDeleteeh.... nge rin loh ve ringawt aw ah.... :P
ReplyDeleteka lo inrawlh ve ang aw?
ReplyDeleteshe lived in a place i cannot see..
she flew up above and i cannot reach....
maybe i tought her how to fly...
maybe so, that i should've learnt to fly...
sad melancholy,
that love should be debated...
taught* for the above :)
ReplyDeletesrry typo nih khi....
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