By Kampheriu Diengdoh
A young cocoon with threads of fate,
A heart of love, knows not of hate;
With this I sailed the seven seas,
To travel forth, and not to cease.
In equal day, in equal nights,
I searched beyond the horrid sights
and found a place, with precious roots
of gardens full of fleshy fruits.
And then! An apple caught my eye,
I could not know I was to die;
Of what I ate, I learned too late.
Belittled wings, were then my fate.
So now, I dream of promised lands,
And yearn to hold them in my hands –
Firefly jars and starry tears,
To shine upon my weary years.
Then soothing breeze will free my fear
And bring a thirst, that of the deer,
That longs to find a quenching quest;
To walk the Earth with restless zest.
And then I’ll take my boat and ore,
To seek the treasured distant shore –
A home to live where sunsets rise,
And sleep beneath the blue moon skies.