By Ladianghun Warjri
After a few pace, I came to a halt
The feeling away from home was heavy,
The heaviness, the longing calls
A little more steps, the destination I see.
In the shade of moon, I daydream of you;
I'm awake at the silvery light,
Sky full of bright stars at night.
The abstract so deep -
The ordinary find hard to believe.
The metaphors antonym the existence,
The phenomenon of barrels exel;
The dwelt place unravelled,
For the rise and fall - its always the call.
With every line one have to rewind,
The substance of the idealist mind.