Samuel Lalmuankima

From mountains high to valleys low, Of raging sun to moon's gentle glow. From buds to flowers to seeds, Chasing butterflies, gaily caressing the wind. Take them yet, in yonder fields, A kid once, innocent and lively, Oft dreaming impossible dreams. Then a lad, full of life and poesy, Then, here and beyond, Three waves of decade swept. On that distant hill, butterflies swarm still, Rushing no more, pondering all. Only one, ah! all it takes. Eventide 01 Thlaṭau, 2024

He was not yet in love when he learned to love, Cupid's arrow pierced his heart. Its strike, though, not a blessing from above, But for him a new journey it did start. Seven, a decade and cupid's arrow for the boi, From the Aegean Sea did arrive, his queen. In her beauty he drowned and lost his ploy, And Mycenae came to reclaim her queen. Her pulchritude beauty, his beloved treasure, Belle of the ball in his courtyard, yet his doom. For he loved her head over heels, beyond measure, But his radiant flower will never bloom.  Helena died as battle ensued, Paris wailed, he had lost his queen. He lost his queen, but won the feud, As he weeps and mourns her demise: "The queen is dead, long live the queen.” Eventide 14 Thlavul, 2024

  Hmangaina patzai phierkhawmna hringnun hruolhrui, Pawldel ruo ienga kâr lova bo nâwk el dingah; Pâr bila khuoi chawng chên angin, Nunkhuo ei phâm, hnuoi lawmna tawi sienkhawm. Mûtmaleng ienga thli imut lên angin, Hmangaina zawngin mani hmun seng panin; Bepil ienga derdêp, ei zawng le hnawt, Puon ang chula, lungriem ithlakna chau. A derdêpna chun thilthawtheina um siin, Rawsur zova pârte pâr suok ang hin; Hmangaitu ṭangah ei hlutna ei hmu si, Ei lunghlu cho suok, mi suk kimtu chu. Sûm zîng anga bo nâwk el hlak hringna le hmangaina, Hlun lo hin a hlutna a suk zuol si chun; Pawm thiem ka tih khuo vang ri khamsa hi, Hringnun thilpêk, hmangaina hlu.  Eventide 12 Thlavul, 2024