Sleep still my sweet, sweet Shilki
Parshung Angshim *
Beside her soulless soma sigh and cry
A lover whose heart’s strain’d and stain’d of sight:
Sleeps still my sweet, sweet Shilki, and good-by
I bid with tears in a September night.
Clouds hazy hover o’er me, tear-drops seep
From my eyes sunken; my heart’s broken too.
Along the sullen road I sob and weep;
But O! the pearls of my eyes I construe.
No solace for a sighing soul I find,
No balm can calm this panting heart of me;
None can erase this love from my keen mind;
’Twill linger till death–death my fate will be.
As long As this heart lives and feels this love,
This Shilki will fit my heart like a glove
* Poem written by Parshung Angshim for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on October 16 2016.
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