Twists and Turns of Life
Lunminthang Haokip *
1. Shanty dwellers are prone to big ways fawn;
Country settler gets drawn to stray in town.
Soon na´ve guy gets weary of urban jibes;
Pruned though by life, to copy's not his type.
Urged to go vain, frills may make him keen;
Born in hill-lane, in thrills he's still bumpkin.
With sweat of toil comes fit skills one craves for;
Wreaths welcome lit name with kind raves galore.
Yet, fickle as the tickle of one's fame,
Astute is plaudits of someone's acclaim;
Smiles often go stiff to give way for frowns,
If one gets shaken to keep one's chips down.
2. Weird are the twists and turns fate has in store;
Torn to shreds is man when pet plans turn sour.
The mind desires to equal one's betters;
And better one's equals in every matter.
To get things done, one needs to 'flesh' cater;
But, leaning on man, hopes at last shatter.
3. Things gone by reminds that events went odd;
Nothing shone outside the Will of The Lord.
Sad's "leaning on one's own understanding;"
Bad was 'clinging on to the flesh's prompting!'
This ought to be the final Word on earth;
That is: 'Trust the Lord with all thine heart.'
* Poem written by Lunminthang Haokip for e-pao.net
The writer is DC/DEO, CCPur and can be contacted at ltphai1972(AT)gmail(DOT)com
This poem was webcasted on March 11 2017.
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