When thou left, In my finger, the Diamond rusted Even, the reds of roses, that thou placed, So lovely in my heart; Faded Adieu Beloved, Spring dies, While crying upon, your linen coffer.
Though, you! my love, Cared not to take me, On a journey that thou embarked. Along with you, departed my soul. Thus, lifeless, Iam. While desolate my days. Adieu Beloved, Magnolias no longer bears pink.
The blue skies are now a tormenting gray And 'Bach' the man next door, Plays no more, the melodious, Blacks and whites. So Adieu Beloved; its tuneless autumn, The trees have shed, all its leaves molten.
So, out I went, in search for Hardy's 'Thrush'. Perhaps, that hopeful "Patina of ugliness", Might be my lone, Christmas companion. Yet today, I find not, its presence. (In blast- beruffled-plume ) Adieu Beloved, as thou left, the Thrush sings no more.
So, Clueless Iam, Blurry and Sombre. Like my backyard, who never saw, The mystic beauty of white snow. But surely does the raging rain, Whose appearance, I terribly dislike. So Adieu Beloved; Journey well.
Journey well; Till we meet again. In mirage realm, On heaven's aisle.
Moali Pongen, Kohima
