Karpop Riba

Karpop Riba Poems

Oh where, oh where have my socks gone?
I swear I left them here, and now they're gone!
I've checked the drawers, I've checked the shoes -
I've checked the laundry and even the blues! !

Oh, Mother! ! the wonder of my life,
A beacon of love who vanquishes strife:
A guardian angel whose presence I feel,
A sanctuary of safety, a balm to heal.

Oh! COVID, you cheeky little germ,
A sneaky foe, we never saw you squirm.
You slinked into our lives, what a ruckus,
An unwanted guest, what a hubbub! !

In the east geographically,
Lies the land of the rising sun,
Where mountains gouge the sky,
And with grace the rivers meander.

As the saying goes -
Heroes get remembered but Legends never die
Such is ABOTANI, the primeval ancestor
Progenitor of Tani tribes -

A mother is like no other,
Her love so veracious and constant.
She gives her all, without a fuss,
Never asks for anything in return.


Hope is the magic that dwells within and leads us to the journey unknown.
A song that echoes through every heart and soul.
Hope is the winged spirit that soars above the darkest clouds
It uplifts and restores and mends our broken hearts and souls.

Tawang, Oh! Tawang
A paradise on earth
Enveloped in mystic charm
Nestled in the Himalayas

In lands of green and rugged might,
Where misty peaks kiss the sky's height,
Lives a tribe of noble men and women,
In Arunachal's embrace that never weakens.

Invisible, unseen, unnoticed,
Like a whisper lost in the breeze,
I may walk the same path as many,
But my footsteps never seem to seize.

The state of Arunachal where nature reigns supreme,
Is home to five rivers, each with a unique theme- From the majestic Siang to the peaceful Dibang.

First, the Siang, the mighty Brahamaputra's tributary,

Donyi Polo, the worship of the sun and moon,
A faith that has lived and grown; resilient, immune.
It's a treasure that's rare, precious and pure,
A symphony of beliefs that's worth to endure.

Perk up, my friends! ! and lend an ear;
For I have a tale to share that's dear.
A friend who's been my loyal mate.
For all those mornings that I wake up late.

The world is blinded by hypocrisy,
Justice lost in it's false democracy.
Equality rules only in name;
Like playing a game, it's all in vain.

In times of chaos and crisis,
Arises the imputation of blame.
Profoundly immoral and wicked,
Exists among mortals.

When the whole forest burns in you
Leaving only ashes and ghosts,
You grow deep roots to heal back from.

We start with great intentions.
But wobble around
Over and over again
Feeling inadequate

Have you ever tasted
The savoury bamboo shoots?
As versatile as nutritious
A staple diet of tribals.

Oh mother dear! what words could I ever say?
To capture the endless love you give each day,
You've been my guide, my rock, my shining star,
Through every joy and every painful scar.

I sit on my couch, remote in hand,
Eagerly searching for my next command.
Stories and characters, waiting to be found,
So many options, where to be bound?

Karpop Riba Biography

My goal is to write 100 poems)

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My Missing Socks

Oh where, oh where have my socks gone?
I swear I left them here, and now they're gone!
I've checked the drawers, I've checked the shoes -
I've checked the laundry and even the blues! !

They disappear in a whisper of air
Leaving me with only despair
I can't find them, oh where could they be?
Did my socks decide to take a little leave?

Maybe they're off on a grand adventure-
Exploring the world, causing some laughter,
Perhaps they're living it up in Spain-
Sipping on mojitos, playing charades in the rain...

Or maybe they've joined a secret society-
Of rogue socks, causing quite the notoriety.
Plotting their takeover, one foot at a time,
Leaving us barefoot, helpless, and whine.

But wherever they are, I hope they're happy
Living the life that's a little bit sappy
Just remember, my dear socks, to come back to me For I miss you so much and can't wait to see!

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