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Leo Phakhuimi Kashung Poem
The dawn is here,
Lighting up the sky
And the birds are chirping
But my heart's in deep slumber.
The Sun has kissed the earth
Embraced its warmth-glow,
But my heart is cold
Because thou're not here dear.
Aching absence of love
The stab is real
The wound is deep,
The pain, immense
But there's no remedy.
Thou shall be my balm,
Pass through my parched land,
To soothe the pain within,
And I'll be quenched,
Like a fountain.
Copyright © LEO Phakhuimi Kashung | Year Posted 2025
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Leo Phakhuimi Kashung Poem
The night Sky glimmer high above,
Radiating hope for the young lover,
Distance seems no problem
While the horizon is beyond their vision.
As each year slips by,
Togetherness becomes lonely thought;
Like a frost within the heart,
A thorn buried deep
The pain is real.
Love's bliss is tinged with painful thought,
It's tale, woven with pain and gain
Echoes through the valleys,
To the far distance.
Night shall pass while the year glides;
In a blink, it'll be fall of winter.
There'll be a pain,
And there'll be smile
Yet Love'll endure it all.
Copyright © LEO Phakhuimi Kashung | Year Posted 2025
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Cycling amidst the gloom and glee
She pedals the life's tapestry while
People whisper the bad and good thing
She'd lived in her life,
Though lying in sick-bed
No one dared to spare her;
She still held her head high
And nothing changes her mood.
A lethal disease is not a reason,
And she stood her knee to death,
A source of heartache
that bid me in deep within
Poverty isn't the reason
but unreason man: kids and kin,
A cold hearted person,
a living-death that surrounds her made it.
Amara, goddess of life
couldn't hold her still so
Death does us part in a blink of an eye.
Materialistic longing I do not need them,
Empathy and understanding makes man man.
Unity in timely need with little contribution
Would've given her a moment's breath.
A life of love and laughter beside the fire
Will rumble low in all the hearts but not.
Five sons and two daughters hold
Her womb their world
but few showed the concern
Recalling in pain and remorse
Why doesn't love and unity abide?
Golden crown isn't about life but
A heart that held closely tight.
Disunity and death clutches
and grip her breathe
But her fond memories
will forever linger among us.
Written by - Leo Phakhuimi Kashung.
Copyright © LEO Phakhuimi Kashung | Year Posted 2024
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Leo Phakhuimi Kashung Poem
Every soul is liberated
the day Christ went
down to the grave
Ascending high
above heaven,
Christ bridged the gap
between earth and sky,
like a cloud
parting from the ocean
Sacrificed and sanctified
with his blood of all sinners.
The word once a prophecy
now, a liberating source of all man.
The early Church tradition,
Now a worldwide feast
here on earth
Redeemed but bleeds
as a sacrificial lamb
once and for all.
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Leo Phakhuimi Kashung Poem
Her audacity is worth trekking
She's weathered hell and high.
No other woman of her age
Has faced such trials.
In silence, she weeps,
A mountainous pain
Nobody dares to listen,
no one has walked her shoes:
it's bone-chilling.
She discover herself amidst the pain,
A spark that ignites her soul.
Forged in struggle, she's reborn,
Rising higher and stronger.
Copyright © LEO Phakhuimi Kashung | Year Posted 2024
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Leo Phakhuimi Kashung Poem
If one day my love turns icy - chill within thy spine,
Wilt thou still reach out thy gentle hand?
If mine eyes grow dark and murky,
And know not thy face nor name written in the sky,
Wilt thou still gaze at me, and love in peace?
I shall grow old one day, like a child again,
Lose my memory, my vision - grown dim;
Like a passing shadow it'll pass before me -
If that day doth come, wilt thou still sit beside me?
Copyright © LEO Phakhuimi Kashung | Year Posted 2025
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In the heart of the fire, there lies its essence
Beauty isn't found outside the world but deep within.
True Happiness doesn't derive in materialistic possession
But in little things we share together around.
I desire, not of the high status but Simplistic living!
Sharing the little things we have I find the real meaning.
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A road of love we dared to tread,
Like rivers flowing side by side, yet apart.
My heart burns true, a steady flame within,
But destiny denies the path we dream to chart.
Like stars aligned in the cosmic weave,
I love with a heart both honest and wide.
Entwined with fate, our canvas gleamed with bliss,
Yet destiny whispers, we cannot abide.
In hush and rush the journey unfolds,
Gentle and harsh, like the waves of the sea.
Love’s fire flickers with honour and beauty,
A tapestry woven of sorrow and glee.
Like morning mist that shines, then fades,
The sun’s warm kiss lingers—then is gone.
I could not walk with you to life’s last grave,
Nor lift my foot to the aisle we longed upon.
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A vision seized me, before
The marriage of my kin.
Betrothed to a faith apart,
Like a stray from the hallowed ground;
where forefathers had etched:
A devout Catholic and a pioneer,
A premonition of life truth.
I wandered through the paddy field,
Where crystal water surged;
Fishes of all sizes I had a huge catch.
Between, a river parted,
As white as a snowy flake and high;
Down and below, muddy water reaches their neck.
A laundry basket, brimming over their balanced head
I waved them to join me where abundance flowed.
But they insisted on not coming,
For they had decided their life: shallow and creek
They'd to fetch the water with a small mug.
Life's destiny weaves one's tapestry
And no external forces can confine us.
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Leo Phakhuimi Kashung Poem
I wander like a reeds,
editing woes consume me
I spent countless late nights
Guidance sought in artistic hand
Wisdom dawn within
Of the artist whose hand I revere
Their lessons I absorbed
But with little improvement
And there's no solution after.
But words take fight
and poems take their stride.
With words gives some sinews and muscles, giving them a breath of life
Woven into a beautiful poem
You are reading now.
One path may close another beacon bright,
The closed door, a key to the chamber of the unseen.
Copyright © LEO Phakhuimi Kashung | Year Posted 2025
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