MY OWN GREEN HORIZON
Undeniably,
Very far beyond the horizon
Rests a mountainous Shangrila
Aptly netted with webs of rivers and rivulets
Embellished with springs, twigs and herbs.
Yes, there I and my community belong
Born and grew sharing commotion and joys
For centuries.
Misfortune befellRuler turned wild
Joys robbed
Entity raped
Ruler turned wild
Amity derailed
And the progeny of the soil
Forcefully ousted.
Life then began under huts
Along side of river banks of foreign soil
Misery and scarcity routine for twenty years.
Plea then heard...
By the blessed land of Columbus.
Body now rests in Columbus land,
With soul hovering over
my native Shangrila.
Thus, in my eternal
Still survives a sanguine hope
To see the early morning shine
of the new sun over my own Horizon
BY-POUDYEL B.B
