Lozaan Khumbah

Rookie - 112 Points (Tamenglong, Manipur)

Lozaan Khumbah Poems

1. Dances At Night 2/7/2011
2. Lay Your Sleeping Head 2/10/2011
3. To Die Young 4/17/2011
4. Race With The Angels 4/17/2011
5. Not Right Now, Lord 4/17/2011
6. Untitled 4/30/2011
7. The Castle Of Dreams 5/12/2011
8. Waiting 9/1/2011
9. Homecoming 9/21/2011
10. Souvenir 9/21/2011
11. Sunrise (In Cheirao Ching) 9/21/2011
12. The Wait 9/24/2011
13. In This Beautiful World 9/21/2011
14. Thinking Of You 11/1/2011
15. Going Home 11/19/2011
16. A Prayer 3/22/2012
17. A Memorial 7/18/2012
18. On The Bank Of The Beas River 7/18/2012
19. Beyond These Clouds 9/2/2012
20. Crossroads 5/28/2013
21. An Evening Thought 7/9/2013
22. Sing Me A Song, My Love 8/7/2013
23. Autumn Evenings 3/10/2016
24. Freedom 3/10/2016
25. Someday 3/10/2016
26. Precious 3/10/2016
27. The Night Mother Cried 7/9/2016
28. I Miss You 7/25/2016
29. Fingerprints 7/25/2016
30. On Teachers' Day 9/23/2011
31. My Ithaca 9/21/2011
32. A Walk Together 10/13/2011
33. Gaddi 8/14/2012
34. When I Wake Up Tomorrow 2/3/2012
35. The Good Old Days 9/21/2011
36. On A Day Like This 8/6/2013

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The Good Old Days

I remember, when we were younger
And more innocent than now;
When life was simple and easier
And worry was not our lot-
The Sky was a little more blue!

I remember the school- our school
Where we grew up together,
Along with all the mischiefs
And the many joys of childhood-
The days of early Springtime.

I remember the games we played
Running round and round in circles;
The laughter that was truly ours;
The secret stories and crushes
The fear and shyness defining Love.

I remember the one I held dear,
The lively smile that I always...

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Lay Your Sleeping Head

Lay your sleeping head on me
Rest your weary eyes and close them.
Hear no more of the world’s voices
Peace and calm and sweet dreams are yours.

There’s a moon outside, as beautiful,
As calm, like when the breeze lifts your hair
Then gently falls back to lie quiet again.
And true, there is not a cloud to hide its beauty.

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