My Boy Ryngkhlem

Small Nightingale on perch left desolates 
Upon whence in the midst viridity surrounded, Up high about heaven;
"Poor bird, you looked careworn with your wings loosened and must 'em made you weaken."
Somewhere she glared at creations, then back to a complete calming again. 
Lo! They deserved not, though. Lucky me,
Fair shake gave to voice wobbles-
She sounds melody and harmony,
Yet tells the mystery of shortage against time.
Those eyes were what more- Would soon see much, all we won't. 
Giving up eternity to some heyday left perhaps the heaviest catch-up, come what may?
                                ----------- MB Ryngkhlem

  • Author: My Boy Ryngkhlem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2022 01:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: I missed my English teacher. Though she is often rude and couldn't control her emotions, she would try so hard to make us understand things. She is so loving to me and would always mention me in class. Although she's no longer with us, I had a great hope that one day I'll by any means meet her and maybe I'm a great man but then.
  • Category: Sad
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  • crypticbard

    Be all you can be in honour and as evidence of that great legacy. From somewhere in some manner she would be aware.

  • Crowns4Christ

    I'm sure that she would be very proud of you My Boy

    • My Boy Ryngkhlem

      That's what my heart says...
      Thank you.

      • Crowns4Christ

        Most definitely,my friend,you will see her again

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