Lenin Meitei Thingujam Biography

You rein in my wings,
And try to tame me.
“But what about my fiery breath? ” I ask you.
You smile and tell me you are a phoenix.
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Am I standing still on a moving train?
`Cause I see things passing me by before my eyes
Let me take a moment
I want to savour these dried roses
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I may be a Boho,
But I do save for a teary day.
See this piggy bank?
It holds your words-in-eclipse,
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All day long, I`ve been studying signs;
But still I can`t find my way back home;
And the compass mocks me,
With its hand pointing north.
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When I was small,
I was not so tall.
Used to go with mama dear,
To the park with my teddy bear.
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