Sweet love, sweet pain

My Boy Ryngkhlem

Unfurling in the starry evening,
Often the nightbirds sing my song,
Infuse my heart a thing, sweet love, 
And brought the pain I left off.

I yearn to overlook my heart-sick,
That still, soothes my soul, whenever,
Missing for your taste and your world,
Until someday somewhere shortly.

 

  • Author: My Boy Ryngkhlem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 7th, 2024 08:55
  • Category: Sad
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  • Meera Mere

    Beautiful poem My Boy Ryngkhlem.
    "Often the nightbirds sing my song,
    Infuse my heart a thing, sweet love,
    And brought the pain I left off."
    Maybe there is more to the songs of nightbirds you wrote, some cherished memories?
    Thoroughly enjoyed the flow of poem. Amazing choice of words.

    • My Boy Ryngkhlem

      Your comment and your thoughts on this poem bring me great joy, my dear Meera. Thank you very much. As you mentioned, this short poem holds a significant place in my heart, and I wrote because I was filled with memories, mostly of my family, because now that I'm a runaway lad, life makes me hard to move on when I think of them and their love towards me.

      First stanza:
      Usually, just before I go to sleep, when nightfall is approaching. I was surrounded by old precious memories. The bird is a recurring symbol in many of my poems, representing the person or thing I love the most. However, the reason the nightbirds are here is because of those around me and I don\'t feel their love sufficient in this world. The reason they sing my song is that I should have a family of my own, but they have a lovely, loving family. When I see someone laughing and happy over the phone, or when they have phoned their parents. They sing my happy song because I\'m in pain. I was frequently reminded of my time spent with my family and their sweet love. My heart would be filled with the lovely affection of my family every time I was reminded of that period of time. In addition, the fact that I no longer have it brings up memories of my loneliness-related anguish, and brought to me the pain I left off.

      Second stanza:
      I want to heal from this sickness in my heart, which is the sickness of feeling pain and sweet when I go back to my childhood and all of its wonderful memories. I have faith that I will find healing very soon, or until someday somewhere shortly.

      My boy Ryngkhlem



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