The Lost Winter Breeze
Potshangbam Nyaydhar *
Oh! Maiden,
How art ye? I wonder;
In silent tears, as I moan;
Of ye day by day, I get fonder,
Illuminating our days bygone.
Drifted ye along,
With "the last winder breeze",
To his place yonder,
A place of hell alike,
A walled place for me.
Oh! Crushed be,
"The last winter breeze"
As it made me a loner,
With every hope cut asunder,
In cloistered darkness he dwells.
Waited ye with the demon,
For the hot summer days,
Yet to come,
As the summer summons thy nuptial tie,
It is all gloomy elsewhere far within.
Descends summer in a wink,
As the blissful summer sinks,
And carried along the summer breeze,
Ye became another's bride,
And I moan here in solitude.
Oh! Crushed be this soul,
"The last winter breeze"
As it made me a loner,
Worry not oh! Maiden,
Let marital bliss be thy share.
Yet, memory hasn't deserted me,
I still roam at those by-lanes of reminiscence,
Revisiting those sweet bygone days,
Basking in the Sunshine of memory,
And I still fine me loving thee.
Oh! Maiden, I blame not ye,
For this pain I suffer,
But "the last winter breeze",
As it carried far away,
My happiness along.
Oh! Crushed be,
"The last winter breeze"
As it made me a loner,
In the dark alleys of the lost souls,
Adrift is this hollow soul.
* Poem written by Potshangbam Nyaydhar for Hueiyen Lanpao (English Edition)
This poem was webcasted on July 07 2014.
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