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Mary Miriumjilith Poem
Where purple saffron's colors make antique delight.
Moonshine of lily white and doves stand on soil.
Green fields smile in glorious and spark with light.
Sweet song of blue merge our hearts.
Ah! She is the queen of all lands.
This land of our birth,
OUR MOTHER LAND!!!!
Copyright © Mary Miriumjilith | Year Posted 2011
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WITH CLASSIC TOUCH
FIRST RAIN DROP
FALL LEAF'S EYELID.
TEENAGE FESTIVAL
CELEBRATED PRESENTLY
BY ART FLOWERS.
LADY LOVE,
HAUNTED BY,
BUTTERFLY GUYS.
RAIN DROP DIG THE HOLE,
SEED BURIED,
PEEP, GOODMORNING, NEXT MORN.
PALANKEEN QUEEN,
REMOVED CURTAIN,
FOR OUTSIDE SCENERY.
RAIN DROPS,
FALL IN TEARS,
ON THE OLD LEAVES.
LURKING SMOOTH INSECTS,
UNDER THE MEADOW,
WHISPERING THANKS.
YOUTH CRICKETS,
LEAP WITH JUBILANT TUNE,
ON THE NIGHT STAGE.
Copyright © Mary Miriumjilith | Year Posted 2005
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Jest and youthful jollity,
I'm seeking the dazzling sights.
White pimpled dews hug on the greeny grasses.
Black flowers of tiny ants kissing other cheeks.
Golden daffodils lurking under the brown-mushrooms.
Violet flowers peeping from the nest of eggs.
Meroon seeds jungle and spliting slowly.
Grey squirrels gnawing and fighting for orange carrot.
Red berries oscillating by the soft wind.
Orange daisies dreaming about their bride-groom.
Pink rose buds shivering often the touch of moths.
Coral flowers sleeping on the bed of soil.
Purple sky attracted by the pleasant songs of birds.
Yellow butterflies pranked and jumping over the tendril.
Classic scenery spread everywhere!
Over! the smell of colors but my blossom heart wet!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright © Mary Miriumjilith | Year Posted 2005
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Mary Miriumjilith Poem
Once up on a time,
The monsoon season covered,
Shivering sounds of birds from distance wood.
I listened the cricket's music where in dark silent.
I made some clay figures and sold in a street.
Every children happy to saw and few never noticed.
I gave it gift to the poor children.
Their broad eyes filled with joy.
I walked lonely, small flowers smiled to stoop.
That rainy night, i carved the image of groom and bride.
And i stitched the nature flowers with beads.
It turned to wonderful garlands.
The nupital began, i enjoyed to saw the trational ceremony.
At a moment, my glass- heart fragiled
Heavy rain splashed in outside.
When harsh wind blowing, rain ruined my images.
I snuggled, the dark shade of life.
My tears rolled in, just mingle with clay.
Copyright © Mary Miriumjilith | Year Posted 2010
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The vein of bold,
The sacrifice of blood.
Your selfless service mingle into the air melodious,
We have absorbed cheerfully!
Your extra ordinary noteworthy joyous,
We have seen delightly!
Your sharp shields flashed,
And the enemies shievered to see!
You have threaten by many difficulties,
But your tunes jubilliant,
Our heart filled with rejoice.
Against the british rules,
Your integrated will,
We have applauds!
Your silver sweats rolled,
The presence of lotus acquired your pure dews.
Your castless integrity,
Peacock feathers merged your colors.
The script india written by,
Your holy, holy blood.
Your brave tigerish attack,
Enemies flew this country.
You are sacred NO.1!!
You are an EXIST MONUMENT!!
Your tale is also narrated.
You are my country's PRICELESS WEALTH!
Your wounds resound into the heaven!!!
Whenever the flag flying,
I remember your sacrifice,
through my tears lustre!
Nominal! your posthumous award,
My heart kneel down your soil,
This is my best reward!!!
Copyright © Mary Miriumjilith | Year Posted 2005
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TINY FACE SMILING AT,
REFLECT THE MIRROR.
SHE WENT TO CORN FIELD,
SILVER CORNS SANG LULLABY TO HER MERRY!
SHE WEARED THE FLOWER'S HAT,
THE MIRROR'S BEAUTY BEAUTIFUL.
ONE MORN, SHE PUT ON A WHITE GOWN,
SNOW WHITE QUEEN IN ME, MIRROR AMAZING!
SHE SUNG A DREAM SONG,
STRAWBERRYS SPRING FALL INTO HER BASKET.
SMOOTH FINGERS WEAVING WREATH,
FRISKING BEADS CAME INTO THE RIVER.
SHE PREFERED FOR DOLLARYE FEST,
PEARL AS LITTLE HEART EXPECTING WITH ZEAL!
IN THAT DAWN, HER ROSY LIPS HUM,
MIRROR BLOOMING FOR LITTLE BLOSSOM.
UNRIVALLED BEAUTY STEPPING SLOW,
PURE KISS TOUCH UPON, BYE FROM MIRROR.
STAR DOLLS CIRCLED SNOW WHITE MOON!
INEVITABLE HOUR! TERRIFYING GUN SHOTS!!!
MANY DOLLS SLEEPING IN SILENT.
CRIMSON HOARFROST COVERED SNOW WHITE BEAT.
A LONELY MIRROR,
WAITING SNOW WHITE ARRIVAL!!!!!!
Copyright © Mary Miriumjilith | Year Posted 2005
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DARK DROPS TINKLING,
SOME SHADOW FIGURES HAUNTING.
ONE LAUGHING AT LOUD VOICE,
OTHER ONE HOLD THE BLACK ROD,
NEXT ONE ENCHANTING IN CYPHER LANGUAGE.
SUDDENLY THE SOIL DIG TRENCH,
THE TRENCH FILLED WITH HUMAN BLOOD,
FIGURES SIPPING WITH HOLLOW BONES.
HORRIFIED LAUGH ECHO TO TARTARUS,
BAD BLOOD BAD BLOOD FILTHY,
WE ARE SIPPING, HO! HO! SIPPING COLD.
EYES BLINK IN THE BOTTOM OF TRENCH,
PRIDE EYES STONED, DESIRE EYES BLIND,
THEY ARE PLAYING EYES AS BALLS.
THROUGH NERVE STRING GUITAR ONE TUNED,
ONE SING, FOUL LUST NERVE, FOUL TEMPT FIBROUS,
BURNT AWAY! BURNT AWAY!
WIZARDS CELEBRATED IN STEREOTYPED FEST,
BLUE SPIRITS BEMOAN ON THE DUST.
Copyright © Mary Miriumjilith | Year Posted 2005
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A gentle knight chirped and roaming the way of desert at night.
His dancy browny hair, blue eyes made romantic guy and couraged.
He lured by lovely song beyond a hill.
Eagerly, he rushed his horse and fell swooned.
He lightly opened his eyes but did not movable, groaning pains.
His wounds tide with herb and bluey fungus.
A spinster, an oldman lived in this hut sitting anxious looking.
The nature of love girl sing a praying song under a coniferous.
He falls asleep and his wounds healing miracle by love.
He said many gratitude thanks and parting smiles.
The spinster missed her heart and possess a minute death.
She weaving her heart gifted garland to him with splendid love-smells.
The nightjar song impressed his love seek, find to fail.
The red war period started, as his melancholy love.
He stabed not but earning many love wounds.
His inner voice of love but fluttering dove!
He became love-sicker and also think about the bewitching voice.
Again he searched, his red wounds badly hurt.
His instinct wishes that met her love-face lastly.
He brings only thorny's love-blood at shadow night.
Dews fluttering with his worthy red-blood gently to the heaven.
He is rescued by the same spinster his heart-venus.
She takes a letter and his pleasant love-subject written with golden tunes.
Her tears of love tinkling on, the love-wounds bleeding with joyous!
She feeds him on the love's last breath of lyric but sad love-melody chill.
The worthy fairest carved immortalized their love-chapter.
If you smelled the monumental garland it described the unbelievable love-tale.
The love-origin pastoral surrounded with red grasses one touch it
amazingly love-sicker!
Copyright © Mary Miriumjilith | Year Posted 2005
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Daisies drown the beauty of rainbow,
coloring in love with.....
Tulips lightly open coyly faces,
dancing in love with.....
Cosmic butterflies,
sipping love fragrance!
Gladious eyes follow the knight,
embracing in love with.....
Red roses melting for red,
romancing in love with.....
Star flowers spray
angelic harping songs!
Maple leaves spilling joy,
falling in love with.....
Violets wrapping their hearts with blue,
wedding in love with....
Hot sweet chocolate remembrance,
uplifted heart drops.
My heart aches for you,
HAPPINESS HEALING IN LOVE WITH......
Copyright © Mary Miriumjilith | Year Posted 2005
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Every spring a noisy revelry rise.
In a greeny mood, green sights entice.
Soft buds suddenly bloom.
Smooth feathers growing calm.
A knight chirped greet to natural spring,
His love eyes float of living thing.
My slight gigling, his song diped.
With smiling lips, green rain poured.
Greenly love sprouted at dawn.
It become classic beauty in the lawn.
I touch the pearl drops,
Lights flashing at grass.
Love memories, i forget mine.
My trance inhale, odour green shine.
I weaved a garland, sweet dreams with green.
A green leaf think to be lean.
In a martyr tomb, autumn grief.
Loud cry, there is no tear in the leaf.
Fondling garland groan for wreath.
Immortal pigment again my breathe.
The longing cherish never lies.
The green shadow never dies.
Copyright © Mary Miriumjilith | Year Posted 2005
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