The ten in between
Palit Chingtham *
Woke up in a bed of golden flowers .
As time went by they withered ,
And turned into bloody thrones
I saw ten big mountains standing in front of me.
I was terrified of climbing it ,
The thought of falling kept me paralysed to the ground
I knew the longer I stayed ,
The more painful it would be
They had beautiful lies written in beautiful pattern .
Each mountain had a different lie written all over it
The same fear struck again and again ,
At each foothill .
Half way through the demons in my head whispered,
Give up its no use . In that moment
Saw a tree with a rope hanging down .
The scene was irresistible to me .
I started moving towards it ,
I almost made my own bed in that vile place .
A few familiar faces told me to keep going .
They spoke of the other side.
I kept going until I reached
Part of me wanted to go back ,
To that horrid place .
It was now a part of me
I moved on with a big smile .
Towards the land of undying love
The ten was now my past .
* Poem written by Palit Chingtham for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on 06 September 2019.
* Comments posted by users in this discussion thread and other parts of this site are opinions of the individuals posting them (whose user ID is displayed alongside) and not the views of e-pao.net. We strongly recommend that users exercise responsibility, sensitivity and caution over language while writing your opinions which will be seen and read by other users. Please read a complete Guideline on using comments on this website.