A soul in its dark

The sky is wrapped up in a dark cloud,

So is my heart with the mist of its past.

Tear is what it shed from the unseen corner of my soul

And words are what it convey in silence.

In silence my heart cries with laughter.

For laughter is my only condolence

And cry my only messenger.

The tide of my bygone days rise and then fall

When the dead of my yesterday unearthed from its graveyard.

And the echo of my laughter brightens today,

Like the seed of a flower in its solitude,

Dumped into the earth when winter invaded autumn,

Yet sprout out when spring defeated winter

From the battle field of my life.

When the wind blew towards the east,

My soul wakes up from its deep sleep

And my life stretches the wing of its memory.

So did i cry in silence from a distant.

The tears of my sadness fall from the spring of my eyes,

Flowed through the hills and valleys of an unknown land.

And carried away by wind amid its running.

Behind the mighty mountain,

 it spread in snow like cheese from heaven to human.

Then i broke my laughter at length in loud,

And consoled my soul at least in the last.

By Sangdhe Kyab

Loyola college

BA Economics III year