Treasure Island

Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip

(28 December 1997 / churachandpur, Manipur, India)



The night I used to smoke,

With a winter pressure of ever smoker,

Oohh…..'Delilah' the beast of my heart

I was to kiss you with a hug.

The funeral of our promise were to rise,

I seek behind your shadow,

To heal youR broken heart,

You recur in my vision,

For I recurve our love.

Now and then,

Am recluse for I wish wrong.

The shore I stand with my love,

Was to carry away by those tiny bees,

For to make another honey of love,

You shirk with the name of love,

Just to shunt my roots.

I was to shine the shrine of our home,

But you were full shrew,

To the kind of tattle,

The scarf you wipe your tears,

Will be torn by my curse,

I earn, but you don't wish to spend,

I said, but you don't wish to listen,

What more should I do for you,

Just to be my princess again on December prom.


DATE 13/1/13

By Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
Date of Birth 28-12-1997
Address 40 V/C Vaivakawn, Zotlang, Aizawl,

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Submitted: Thursday, August 07, 2014
Edited: Monday, September 08, 2014

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In my high School life in Little Flower School Hatigaon Guwahati, India, all my friends were both boys and girls fall in love and hurt their life, lost their study, fail in examination, some suicide themself. Parent lost their ambition for them because of dililah.

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