Cherime Sangma Poems

Shillong, the pine incensed city of music and culture,
Where walking the streets in itself is an adventure.
Oranges and plums to decorate different seasons,
Cherry blossoms in autumn summing beauty's reasons.
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They call me different
Yet I prefer my name
A version of reality apart
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You are my darkness,
You're all that's familiar—
Like rustling of leaves,
And warm kisses of the sun;
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But what's wrong with being late?
Just waiting to become;
Feeling first, the sun on your face,
And the breeze on your hair,
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