Only if one knew This was to end With such grief With such curse This throbbing heart One should have stabbed Till it turned pieces The morbid sight Would please you The dripping streams Would soothe you Its dreadful colour Would put you to sleep Ease would be yours But solace would be mine I would stand tried And clearly vindicated Thus your remorse Ever fairly exacted Such is the fate One should meet Such is the tragedy One should enact To please you To please you all To undo the strain You would like it When it glimmered In far distance Which you could ignore Even forget it When you chose so Perhaps the torrents Would put it out Then the thick mist Would shroud it Till it turned Just another memory And such memory One can easily erase
Managed and owned by N. Bobo Meitei