Unseen morrow
To the unawake dream
of the thoughts unborn.
In the island
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I fond to be in this highland
Where the nature scene is blooming
The creature there were blissfully
The music of birds enveloped the place.
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Beyond the hill
Beside the thorpe
Beneath the lavender
In the mid of Karbi Youth Festival
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It was an Idol;
Motionless as the same
Of what I thought.
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Turning to my day;
Alternative emotion of mine
Move my thought,
As I remember it.
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