By Lalhriat Kima
But of course, I’d like to gain more knowledge,
Spit venomous fire in their face,
Jump high enough to leap over the hedge
And defile all that’s labeled, “a just grace”.
Why can’t I write ‘yond the good and evil
Dreams and life lay outspread before my soul.
My canvas remains blank on my easel
While my mind scream, fighting for control.
Bleak are the memories long forgotten
Not by me or you but by the masses
Or simply overlooked then and again
As they look down from their higher classes.
So tomorrow I shall try again and
Again until my life is at an end.
By Lalhriat Kima
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