In quiet hills where rivers sing,A dream was born, like dawn in spring.Brick by brick and hand in hand,A home of learning took its stand. The walls once new, now
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JIM WUNGRAMYAO KASOM‘S second work ‘Cradling Memories of My Land’ comes in the form of poetry after his work ‘Homecoming and Other Stories’. Kasom renders the essence of the written
We laugh like it’s 1992 We dance like the Britney song will never end, We drink from our plastic cups watching the stars disappear Some enchanting evening with our jitters
In the silence of the silent night, When the breeze is at rest. She took her last breath with all her might; E’er wanting her breath to last. She closes her weak innocent eyes, As
He left her.But she got herself another man,Soon before the neighbours knew.A handsomer one this time;Though he didn’t know which tie went with which shirt,He just knew how to make
I don’t want to be in a placeWhere I have to drag my dreams,And abandon them in a junkyard. I don’t want to be someone,Who exploited their dreams,In times of
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