By Suman Chakma
Oh Lord!Oh Lord! You graced me
"Every secret has its reason"
Oh Lord!Oh Lord! You graced me
You console me,by giving her me
She looks like an angel and washed-away my grief
With furry,soft hands patted my chest
I looked into her eyes,they magnet me more
Like I received all from thee,Oh Lord!
I lost myself on her lap,I lost my pals too
When I woke-up,I find myself deserted,
Lonely and melancholy,I realised she used me
She left me,with raw-cut on my chest;
I got other one more attractive than her
Alas!Oh Lord! I woke-up,I found again it was nothing but a dreamt dream.
Suman Chakma, Borapansury
Chakma Autonomous District Council
Mizoram