Yet I have hopes and dreams - fancy
Janghaolun Haokip *
What is frivolous to a soul like mine
Everything indeed is solemn and twined
Cheerless and sorry as burdened by calamity
Cursed with tortuous paths destined to vanity
In foolery with delusions fated to jumble
An obscure path thence walked and so stumble
Tumbling down life's boulevard of perplexity
Slammed by the saints; accused of profanity
Have I been forsaken by the wrath of gods?
For I've been walloped with abstruse and odds
Helplessly inflicted with the chaos of agony
Destituted of delight yet choked in catastrophe
The past haunts me with anxious forebodings
Once in my prime youth with potent goadings
Dwindling the tenderness in thrill and ecstasy
Frittering times in the perils of dark fantasy
Is this the rationale to life's viciousness?
A condign consensus of the gods' maliciousness?
My heart aches in the mind's grief and fidgety
Down memory lane takes my soul to melancholy
None a chime to life and me down the line
Conversely withal could it be otherwise benign?
I know not for the future I cannot foresee
Yet there's hope in the twinkling stars I see
In the city-lights shines dreams so fancy
And in the dawn awakes a life worth one's while
So as such I shall learn to hope in delicacy
Amidst the vice for I believe in life's worthwhile.
* Poem written by Janghaolun Haokip for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on 23 April 2018.
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