Herojit Philem Poems
- Nuclear Weapons Great wars of the world Made cities to ...
- My Mistress When She Dance My mistress when she ...
- Last Words For You Our soul will never entwine albeit we ...
- My Love Bird Oh! My love bird Here, I stand with an empty ...
- Grandma Chosen A Knife In old wrinkled leather Hip bends ...
- A Poor Poet Some words to jot Of joy and happiness In my ...
- Tale Of College Days Clad in azure shirt black skirt, socks ...
Herojit Philem alias Hero was born to Philem Nanda Singh and Philem Sarojini Chanu, on 10th Nov.1995. In Manipur, a state in North Eastern of India. There are many unspoken words, untold pains, unnarrated stories of how he began writing poetry.
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I wrote express
As I sat alone
A voice inside me
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Great wars of the world
Made cities to dust
Many with empty bowl
Left in insane thirst.
Centuries from now
Weapons quilities were low
Still then cities Turned dust
Corpses as dried bamboo
Tainted the bloody river bank
Many wailed melanchonly.
Nuclear weapons being made now
World will turn to ashes
Better be peace among us.