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Momon Touthang Poem
Let me emphasize why they criticise :
Such boundless lassitude, lover hater.
Paltry commitments get one scrutinized.
On a questioning spree with that hipster.
That hostile face, in joy or in sorrow.
Merry miser, buy compliments as much
O! Pitiful spinster, don't you borrow.
Nagging like a meemaw, fretful as such.
Why would you write a self panegyric?
The entire world calls you a cynic.
Hope, love and pain, The Holy Trinity
Might help you get back your gone sanity.
Ponder upon the things you were given,
Shed evils away and welcome Heaven.
Copyright © Momon Touthang | Year Posted 2020
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Momon Touthang Poem
Violet blue summer in your eyes.
Heavenly distance 'twixt our byes.
This love, an offspring of boredom
Fortified by doubtful wisdom.
You loved me when I hadn't a dime,
Twas a fidgety while in time.
How well you turn round the senile,
Tis the beautifully weird thing about your smile.
Hellish paradise, passion incarnate.
Lies within the truth, hazy in hate.
The sirens could sing you away,
Jolly for us, I will always stay.
Kill your darlings tonight,
Lovingly yours in hindsight.
Copyright © Momon Touthang | Year Posted 2020
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