| Vanlalruata Pachuau | January 2024 | Poetry |
The shadows of the passing year
And jingle bell recedes,
A time of the year
When we reflect our life
For the coming days,
Pondering our blunder
Bowing behind the dawn.
May the first light be a blessing,
A merry bell for your near and dear ones,
May this new year light
Be a beacon over your head
Let it shine on your way,
If the days are thirty or thirty-one
May it guide you
Even when you falter
Warm you when you are cold
Shelter you
When the tropical rain thump your roof
Let this year be a blessed good year for you.
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Ruata was born and raised in Serkawn, Lunglei, Mizoram. He fell in love with poetry at a tender age. He is a self-confessed cinephile who loves the rock band The Killers, and is an ardent supporter of Liverpool FC.
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