In sands of time I have seen your face,
Your wisdom cannot be compared;
No, no matter how high I fly my intellectual plane,
The radiant glow of your love and compassion burns my pride into ashes.
Learning from thee the rules of life,
With mighty perseverance comes great prosperity;
I know never will I be mislead by it,
For in your pearly path I find the source of my existence...and so will the ones after me.
(Believe it or not, this poem won the 3rd Prize in Poetry category in my College literary fest/week)
*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.
*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.
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