Unseen morrow
To the unawake dream
of the thoughts unborn.
In the island
...
I fond to be in this highland
Where the nature scene is blooming
The creature there were blissfully
The music of birds enveloped the place.
...
Beyond the hill
Beside the thorpe
Beneath the lavender
In the mid of Karbi Youth Festival
...
Turning to my day;
Alternative emotion of mine
Move my thought,
As I remember it.
...
Come to the point in my life so you will know me that I am Borme Rongpi)
Fake Dream In The Wasted Land
Unseen morrow
To the unawake dream
of the thoughts unborn.
In the island
With a small firmament
Like the fish
In the lake of the dark.
King to self servant to the lord.