Sun Rise Poem by Hosea Hmar

The sun rise-
Breaking dawn; mist turn golden,
Knolls could be seen
Happily sing about a hillocks,
Awake winds along a birds
Mingle their songs with honey bees
Butterfly listen their stories of-
Boughs and dreams where they hid from dark.

Creep out to look wide world
From corridor, between branches of trees
Amidst a golden mounts
I behold thee!
Blessing and curses thy hands
O, precious time! tomb!
Bring thee to me and everyone.
While I'm a stranger in strange land
Wish I to be thee in morn-
I smile to beloved