Four-nine

 

A nuimawi hmel hlie a chun,

Thawnthu ngainuomum tak a um.

Iengtin am thalkaptuhai hnein,

A thalngul dettakin ala ngir zing a?


A khawvel chu lâkpek a ni a,

A sakhming ṭhatna sira hnawlin;

Det takin a ngir suonglung chungah,

Mi lien insa reiin an phet thluk zo lo.


A ta di'n lung bang rem khumin,

A kau ra tak tak hai an satthlak a;

Sienkhawm zung det taka kei lo niin,

An dâwn suok, an vuiliem hnung chu.


Inlalna le thuneina'n hliekhuo tumin,

An tlân dawk thukhel khekpuiin.

To ṭawka thoin chu mi nu chun,

A pârmawi insuoin lan zâr nawk a tih.  


A kut sininrimra chu malsawmin,

A chunghnungtak i hriet a nih.

A thawnthu mangangthlak ruok chu

Sakhmel ṭhatak hliea thuphmang a nih.



Thlazîng 09, 2021

Kayangulam HO 


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