Power of Words
I’ll go for words,
Words are my forte.
Words stab and jab,
Heal, hurt,
Mask, unmask,
Paint pictures.
Words
Create.
Longings
Longings
Undefined, inexpressible longings,
Fill you full of
Emptiness.
Wishes, wishes
Want a fairy’s wand.
Holding Hands
When he was little
I used to hold
His small chubby hand in mine
To steady him
Now he won’t let me.
He’s a big boy
And walks tall
Without his mother’s help.
Some day, when he becomes a man,
And I grow old and feeble,
Perhaps
He’ll hold my hands to steady me.
May be then
We’ll walk hand in hand again.
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Malsawmi Jacob writes poems both in English and Mizo. These are some of my personal favourites from Tinkim Dawn, a collection of Mizo and English Poems, published in 2003.
Picture: Abstract in oil and acrylic by Tanpuia, who owns an art gallery and also gives art classes at Canteen Kual, Aizawl. I thank him very much for freely allowing me to photograph his works.
