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Unique life
Wish was sent to agree,
And mouth was given to wish,
And heart was made to joy,
For I still beg to come true.
I dream for what I can’t,
And I do what I can.
My friends were born in a stage
Of thousand and lakes,
But I was born in the class of hundred.
I wore sweater for its cold,
But my friend wore blazer of its winter.
I play with stone,
But my friend plays with coins.
I cried with tears,
But my friend cried with things.
I travel with bus,
But My friend travel with plane.
I wish big dream,
But my friend still wishes their childhood
For they don’t know,
Times still travelling with those endless river,
Day will go slowly,
But time will run fast
For there is no wish to come again
I believe
It’s always better to be poor in earth
And wise in heaven.
written by
Nehemiah theophylus haokip
date 3/6/11
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MY SCIENCE TEXT BOOK
The best of boring, the gate way of wisdom.
The high way of everything, the book of all,
The records of every law,
As the book so interesting,
Some people made him as a best friend.
Some people made him as a head eater.
Some people made him as a T.V.
As every choice so different,
The book so fat,
The knowledge so big,
How do I wish to love him,
I wonder why, and their brotherhood so different.
As Biology, Chemistry and Physic,
All equal but bore enough.
The curse in you uncountable,
The love in you is unmeasureable.
Uuuufffff………. My Science text book,
Why don’t you speak up?
And explain me your history.
When my teacher explain,
I got hypnotize and sleep away,
The note of yours, so long,
If you were speak up,
I would have been the genius.
If am not wrong,
You are one of a kind,
And you are deserve to be the lamb of me.
Dear, can u recall the time?
That I ever told you, ‘thanks’,
Absolutely no right,
Cause my Science text book is my best polo.
Among our friendship, no thanks, no fight,
Only against the truth,
And survey of our mistake.
Written By =Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
Date=4/4/14
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The eclipse hour
United we are.
Struggle we face .
Fight we did.
Saga we are now.
Of our thorngs written in the book of diamond.
The war we use to know
Of once it was.
Remembered us with tears,
In the name of black day.
Our old family fighting with a pavement heart.
Their souls crying with a times.
Of those bloody days.
How it start and to end,
Hope was once torn,
For every pillar was crush down.
How brave were they,
Fighting with a lost hope.
Expectations was lost while within,
To rebuilt the broken nation.
But we the divine kuki nation,
Stretched our unity with a flag of saga,
For to ember to past with a present.
Let season come and go.
But the seasons of a remembrance black day,
Will be pavement in our heart.
Mercy was all absent those days.
People of people drive out with unfair death.
All smile faded away,
For mercy was all absent.
Hunger the even forgot.
If man to man no pity would have born,
But men to child and women.
How can a tears don't wish to flow down,
And how can a heart don't wish to tune a melancholic song.
O lord this memories won't fade way,
Even if a morning star won't rise,
Sometime this memories took me away at the place, where I don't want to tear out.
O lord of the day,
Return back our rain and storm,
for to renew our day.
This clay life will long cry,
For we were once criticized with a blood of innocent ,
We forgive but we don't forget
For my families were behind death.
Written by
-Theophylus N. Haokip —
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THE FAKE SMILE
Heart so impure,
Mind so deter,
Aye so de-story the innocence in me,
As life seems so cool,
The body so weak,
And the face so shell,
To face the failure dreams with friends,
The poorest in need of money,
The richest too in need of health,
The lonely boy in need of friends,
And crying baby in need of mother,
All seems so unhappy,
But real spirit tells the truth of lies,
As the sheen too far away,
The ever wanted of a baby heart,
As their innocence heart so pure,
The shiver of my dear one, seems very deep inside,
As if they are pretending to be glad,
But the shoddy heart lying the urge,
Cause the fake smile too hard to shunt,
The fake smile of yours very inferior to me,
As am still infant and the fake smile of yours,
Won’t get over until you are the infidel of the fake sense,
By Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
Date of birth 28/12/1997
Address:- Hatigaon, Survey, Ajanta path, Guwahati, Assam, India.
Contact No: +919612146556
Email ID alexhaokipkips@gmail.com
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MOTHER’S DAY
My Mom mother of Mom, born a baby boy it was me.
All the hope and dreams of my mother is me.
So huge to measure, but if I was not to be born,
My Mom should have not been a Mom.
The day this world welcome me was a happiest day of her life.
Cause to be a born boy is the greatest vital deviser.
Many Mom, without kids even though they pretence to be a mom.
How hard should have been their lives,
When the words of Mother Day comes.
All Moms are precious gift, all the Mom too proud of their sons,
As the first things I have learnt was ‘MA’
And my Mom would have known to be the second god of me.
If I was told to be worship her, no doubt,
I would have worship her without no questions.
Each and every things I have learnt was from my mom.
As from eat to drink, give to share, mercy to love, smile to laugh,
Were nowhere else found.
The blessing of my Mom dam powerful then any miracle,
Mon you know some time I wish to call you.
The protector from my Dad, as you can’t maintain my pain.
And Mom you son so worst, but still you wish to love him,
Mom you know you were meant to be a more,
When am into stand alone.
And the Arms of yours were the safest ever the ever teacher of my life is you Mom.
The ever supporter of my life is you Mom.
The ever praying for me of my life is you Mom.
The ever loving one in my life is you only Mom.
I just loving you Ma my mistake too many and the forgiveness very much,
All mother wishes their child to become mature soon,
But soon they become mature, they wish to convert them again into baby,
As the young blood too strong,
The fight of those days were , the champion of yours.
But still I will always make you as my ever champion,
Either in wisdom, knowledge and understanding ……as your son too proud of you,
The cries of yours in me the ever worst day of my life,
The tear of yours in me the ever curse in my life.
The warriors of yours heart in me were stubbornness of my life.
The single drops of yours breast milk were the ever greatest drop in my life.
The happiness of yours in me were the ever blessing in my life.
The offer in me from million to billion cash just to lose my Mom,
I unfortunately to be killed off as I could find thousand of woman in my life,
But only I Mom in my life, the first mistake of my life was the day I prove to become
One of a kind,
And each every day when you spell out my name to God, will be the ever proudness in you.
Ma you know…I might be nothing in front of other view but I believe am yours everything in your view. As your son’s everything for you,
Ma you know …Just because of you am here,
And just because of you am a being,
And the wealth of health of mine is just you ‘Ma’
All your trust dreams may perish but your hope won’t leave me.
And the promise of my words in yon‘t shy.. away.
Ma you know it… I am not that much wise to give you such experience thing
But there words of yours is the only greatest gift that your poor son can ever give you.
By Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
Date of birth 28/12/1997
Address:- Hatigaon, Survey, Ajanta path, Guwahati, Assam, India.
Contact No: +919612146556
Email ID alexhaokipkips@gmail.com
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MOUNTAIN
As big as border,
Shape as like breast,
Cause our Earth too our mother.
The place so green,
A beauty so perfect,
A place know to be Log,
A trees too many,
A place so clean,
A river so pure,
But almost one of the hollowness,
A mountain so high,
A place to be hike,
As it is a silent Valley,
The bind so different,
As the crop so sweet,
The puma so black,
As the roar so scary,
As the place the more its beauty, the more its danger,
As it unknown location,
The howls of the crying Fox,
Almost heart at a scary night,
A place so freak at night,
As its trap the one who is trap,
The mountain so deeply cold,
As the shadow so dark a biew,
But mountain is still hope.
By Nehemiah T Haokip
On 2/9/2014
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HAPPY DIWALI FESTIVAL
The day we live with joys,
Sounds with crakes of harmony above the sky see,
Thousands of sparkle with ambrance,
Everywhere see the light of peace,
Some burned the sin of their lives,
And some burned the old memories,
Better than yesterday,
Everywhere I walk through, people of peoples with a smile,
All enjoying the festival of Diwali with honest and pride,
The sound of that night all sorrows has been burn out,
With the smoke of evil,
Though the rising sun is all absent,
The smiling moon was here to give us it stays with a smile.
And ends with honest for Diwali is meant to joy.
By Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
Date of birth 28/12/1997
Address:- Hatigaon, Survey, Ajanta path, Guwahati, Assam, India.
Contact No: +919612146556
Email ID alexhaokipkips@gmail.com
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MY EARTH
My earth,
Shaped like my head and eyes
Mother of all
Revolving the love of the sun
As you re master of all
The strength of your head
And the deepness of your skin
Is the power of yours
My people very dare to love you
And my grandparent were to wish you goodbye
All of our hope thrown upon you
Beneath the shadow of your
Truth and lies too ordinary for you
And my people, work for to make you beauty
But you don’t wish to accept it
Cause time has n’t come yet
And once you are angry
You leaped away my people
As is they re dust particle
But I know you have to do it so
Because they know you pain
Day and hour will past out
And everything will come undone
Same as you’re before looks
Let my word shall be with you
As you’re my earth am your guest
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When the warm wind blows.
When the warm wind blows,
My hair start wing through the north.
The summer too worm,
Thirsty crow can’t maintain their thirst.
The river and the ponds seems so ill,
And the leaves flying down lazily.
The people so silent,
The shadow so dark,
The Ant seems no where else.
The day so kind,
The Ice cream so wanted,
The do bark around,
No bird sings around,
The silent so loud to hear,
The road so emptiness,
As the summer is the king,
No creatures seen in town,
All creature seen in beach,
Enjoying the real life,
Cold drink to snake,
And sent to water,
And diving to surfing,
As the summer is real life.
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The past
The past
I sat beneath the bamboos
with a refresh man of the crying bamboo leaves.
Ohh I remember my childhood
cause the wind return my sorrow again.
all friends playing with a present.
cause I remembered the past.
ohh I heard a window banging down
for the wind has comes.
when I heard a child crying,
under her mother labs.
I remembered the Past of those present,
the grapes I test with a Cherry.
I feel like in healing my Last breath.
cause I know I won't retreat this moment again,
what if I became a bird.
I wish to sit on the branch of papayas tree
for I favor to taste the sweetness of its season
a 5: 30 evening makes me touch
for its spring may
hope I once again face this memories
with bravery pravillion chest
Ohh! how long I have come through this dream world
I was just in a hurry to go in a cloud
for I can't the wind blows and took me away in a burry memories
ohh how far i was drawn out by the taste of its .
By Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
Date of Birth 28-12-1997
Address 40 V/C Vaivakawn, Zotlang, Aizawl,
Mozoram
Email ID alexhaokipkips@gmail.com
Website: www.potmopi.blogspot.com
Contavt No; +919612146556
Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
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