Nascent you were to this macrocosm,
Blessed you were to parents,
Dyspoeic, unsounded from mother’s womb you emerged,
Many conceived you were with Jesus,
Afore brought forth into beingness.
Doctors resuscitate with oxygen mask,
Travail, thirty minutes passed brought you back.
Triumphant over death, won life for yourself.
Whence you cried, Father gloating in joy cried a river.
Thence avouch, sweven God’s work as you grow a man.
engendered after, saw father’s fond on you.
Through many years of togetherness;
Pettifogger we fought and punished.
Though non twins, grew more like identical.
when you cried a child, I cried and still does.
Such is the love of brother, my brother.
Thither you went away to boarding school.
Whereby learned ways, good and bad.
And drew more to wassailer, drunkenness.
dissever we became, perceived I abhorred my brother.
Fondly Imbibe in whisky, disremembering your sole purpose,
So fond nearly you died like once when born half dead.
And whence in hospital bed you battled for life,
I cried a river, my brother.
I do not hate as I hate cockatrice,
I care more than I care the girl of my life.
And whence you live wastefully rummy, I rue.
Come at able, find oneself and the purpose, my brother.
The life you once battled and won when first born,
Be not languish in vain.
Be cumbered and hugger-mugger no more.
Ere in final resting place you lay,
I invoke to envision you gratified after years.
Heedless of how you impeach, I despise;
I merely have one brother.
My brother! My brother.
In her womb she carried her child nine months,
Bliss and joy he brought forth.
Satiate her a ray of hope in newborn eyes,
She bosomed her gracile in first cry;
Nurtured, fostered and fledged.
He grew up a young lad,
Belligerent and wasteful he turned;
Scathe her emotions and physical,
Never heed mother’s wist.
deplore her for damsel beauty,
Abandoned and ill he felt;
Whence mother’s forbearing love aided.
Spued blood for months,
And in no hope of survival;
Mother’s earnest prayer and supplication convalesced him.
Lackadaisical and Impenitent natured,
By and by he erst;
Wend the lady who abased him his manhood,
His love forsook,
His last days embodied in insobriety.
On the day of funeral oration,
Mother retold unchanging love for her child,
And tears that never dried,
Bid her son last adieu.
And lived the rest of her life bewailing,
Till one day her body gave away to ageing,
And died a mother whose love for her son
Never be bought by any gold or silver.
Every man has his lusty spring,
Symbolized by errant love
As an orchid that bloomer’s colorful fragrant,
Still half a man, he is frolicsome
Like a morning star as though heralds the coming of dawn he lives.
Just like ethylene alters the fruit ripened,
He maturates whence his mother wit ascend.
Moral sense overwhelms his errancy,
He now is watchful and meticulous.
And most of who find sereneness in jeune fille,
Share many a moment of his life in her blissful eyes.
When impediments and unrqeuitedness besiege his love,
He strays, loses course and prospect,
And looks back his bloom of youth.
As tides of the seas wrecks a sailor’s abode
By gravity pulling of sun and moon,
His yearn for her jovial love
Engulfs his soul in despair of the lovelorn,
This is whence he love true.
And most of who cease love second time,
And nods nearby the fireplace in the coldest season of man’s life
So waits for unalterable death,
Turn to sand where his antecedents’ laid.
Love is like a river
That even in the mystifying vastitude and deepness,
It domiciliate bazillion of beings'.
Love is like a sun
That even in the darkest moment of night,
It certain its dawn with Apricity.
Love is like a rainbow
That even in the tempestuous storminess,
It ends with an arc of colorful variant light.
Love is like a soul
That however violently its bodily form perishes,
Its spirit remain unscathed.
Love is like a mother
That however traumas life renders her,
It protects its child like a carapace enclosed.
Love is like a hope
That however profound trouble seem,
It wend itself out of it.
Love is like a loyalty
That however far apart ardent lovers are,
It lief trueness and lovingness.
Love is like a trust
That howsoever diverse people are,
It never make room for deception.
And his love for her is like a summate of all
That patiently waits for the day;
when it exult and immingle.
His father named him Moses.
Devoid of speech yet blessed.
Doctors said he would live thirty years hereafter.
Buoyant nature and carried a smile always,
With sense of humor lived through derision.
On the day his father passed away
He sat still and hid his tears within.
Not long, few years later
His mother who would voucher him,
Understand the complexity of his heart
Laid on her final resting place,
He sat still and hid his tears within.
Later his bosom friend moved away,
He sat still and hid his tears within.
Enervate and lonely orphan he became,
Dolefully he wept when none would see.
Albeit the great sorrows of his heart,
No trauma ceased him to live mirthfully.
After thirty still he lives.
And walking through the paseo every morning,
They who pass him by with admiration schmoose of a man
Who can’t speak and had great sorrows;
Nonetheless so twinkly he lives on,
Knowing not yet parfay wishful,
when he would wake up one fine morning
And meet his loved ones again on the other side.
As lovebirds shew affection for its mate in the wild,
I ponder of thy loving arms that embraced;
With a love so chaste and soothfast
doting with little knowledge.
Now I find myself laying by the meadows secluded.
An abnormal love for night I turned,
And indite these lines alow descending night.
Yet so fond of solitary moon so wane,
saw a shooting star luminously explode.
And makes a wish unto thee,
Of your pilgrim soul’s arrival hither hills
Where we once grew in aroha
And played by the shrubs therewithal,
Your vigor wherefrom you’d catch me a ladybird,
Moments we went berrying,
And passed valleys for quest unknown,
And youthful we reached by the hills
Whence you depart somewhither;
With nothingness left in me to grin.
And these I wish upon the shooting star,
‘’A damsel wait for her swain be met”,
Yet I know of your nihility as I turn grey.
The hills of Nagaland, his Motherland,
A countryside plenteous cultural, scenic landscapes.
When first he cried mamma,
Father's loving eye called a feast.
At juvenile being send for literature
Still jejune, naive he grew more to drug.
Spend half his life white plagued;
Homecoming a peddler,
Potentate dealer of variant hard drug.
Evil favored, sadist none would ostracise heretofore,
Not until the weakening lying in hospital bed.
No purpose driven laying waste discomfited;
Anathematize and bescorned.
Doctors ceased this man of multiple organ failure;
Counted his days of life be lived.
Betwixt life and death:
'Christ puissant touch mended, healed his feeble body.'
Abhorred by gentiles despite found his lost soul,
Alleulia Rabbi Jesus he wailed agonizely
Lackaday he knelt and read Psalms 51,
whence all his sins brought to The Cross where Christ atoned.
With contrite, repentant heart;
Thenceforth made The Word of God his purpose for life.
Benison, born-again, edified, ordain and sanctified;
Redeemed many a lives of friends similitude.
Counsel prisoners, addiction where once he dwelled;
Still lives a servant of Christ mightily being wield.
Speaks of Mark 8: 34, renders Matthew 11: 28;
Manifest ‘His' omnipresence, unconditional love.
And in him was when I found Christ in me.
Regretful I am;
Anguish I am to you-
Wipe those tears away,
Precious are they.
Adorn this pulchritudinous life,
Smile like always.
You was held dear and the most cherished,
Heart and soul I say will you be reminiscent.
Let me wander like I do,
let go cause wonted I am;
In vagabondage I live,
Go live your life in serenity.
Ne'er look back,
No longer can i see you distressed;
Pain I am for you,
Au revoir, my inamorata.