TODAY -
My mother, Miss World
Chongtham Ronikumar *
My mother holds the title bold,
"Miss World" in beauty, grace, and gold.
She 's good at most, a shining star ,
Guiding me from near and far.
Like the pole star in the sky,
She lifts me up when storms are high.
Each step I take, she lights the way ,
And keeps the darkest fears at bay.
I'm a little thief , it's true .
I steal her thoughts - just a few!
Twisting them with love and care ,
Into dreams I wish to wear.
But Mommy, don't forget to see ,
The wealth inside our heart and me.
Don't chase the mirror's shallow gleam,
When love at home should be your dream.
Please don't my father sad ,
He's the best friend we ever had .
Beauty fades , but love will grow -
Let that be the glow you show.
* Poem written by Chongtham Ronikumar for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on 28 May 2025 .
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