Karen Degnan Foiles, 24 january 2013
Chirp, chirp, chirp
I can hear the birds sing
Chirp, chirp, chirp
Oh the joy that sound brings
Chirp, chirp, chirp
They fly so carelessly
Chirp, chirp, chirp
Looking for something to eat
Chirp, chirp, chirp
It's like a baby's laugh
Chirp, chirp, chirp
That's splashing in a bubble bath
Chirp, chirp, chirp
They sing a pretty tune
Chirp, chirp, chirp
They also clear out the doom
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 24 january 2013
Kopili Kopili rangdhali suwali...
Lovely verses flowed through his pen
When he stayed in an inspection bungalow
Thirty three years back on July ten.
His artistic insight captured the beauty
Of meandering Kopili gushing down the hills,
Her changing moods, her fascinating youth,
Immortal lyrics composed with finest skills.
His inspiring rendition enthralled Umrongso,
Each and everyone that loved his golden voice,
With a heavy heart Kopili today pays her tribute
And she shall ever cherish the song and rejoice.
[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 13 November 2011]
Short note: On 10th July 1978, Dr Bhupen Hazarika came to Umrongso in Assam for a performance and during his stay in the NEEPCO I.B. of Kopili Hydro Electric Project, he composed the lyrics of the Assamese song ‘Kopili Kopili Rangdhali Suwali’. The river Kopili is a tributary of the mighty river Brahmaputra but through the artistic eyes of the legend, the enchanting river has been personified as a lively girl whose mood changes as the monsoon arrives. She remains restless but her beauty lies in her fascinating youth and she appears bright having the shine of numerous suns. Dr Hazarika’s song has inspired all and this piece is a tribute to his immortal contribution. I, on behalf of the people of Kopili Project in Umrongso, pray to God for the eternal peace of the noble soul.
ASIIMWE SIMON, 24 january 2013
Who knew the little bird would grow wings
And fly over the legendary kings
Now the flying bird in the air swings
His sparkling coloured wings.
Who knew the little bird would learn to sing
Songs of beautiful tunes and rhymes
His had been lamenting ballads
Cursing Maryland plantations
But see how the singing bird sings
Of books, suits and wines.
Who knew the little bird would learn to feel
The sickness, tiredness and coldness
His had been cracking the rocks
With unquestionable willingness.
And who knew the little bird would fear not to perch
Upon every tall tree tops after long search
For which it’s little nest would beautifully hang
It, had been in the dark quiet cave
But see how its young ones come singing
From New York trimmed vegetation.
ASIIMWE SIMON, 24 january 2013
Mind not about tomorrow
Let tomorrow worry about you
Sing not the song you sang yesterday
A new one will take you through
You’re this fearless strong flying king
Not the one yesterday they overthrew
And you gotta go flying high with your new wings
No one will tell where you flew
But if you dare stare down at folks sing
You will fall down upon the floor
Gert Strydom, 24 january 2013
You are present in each deep thought
in each new day that come,
our love was as if by God brought
to my heart’s peaceful home
after many battles were fought,
you bring hope and then some,
you bring faith as it ought
and everything wholesome.
Gert Strydom, 24 january 2013
Your presence is a true delight,
just like the summer sun
where I am welcome at your door,
since our love has begun,
where you smile at my sight,
you are the only one
and where for true love I was poor
my need you did not shun.
George Krokos, 24 january 2013
The old usually has to give way to the new
and then sooner or later its time comes too.
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George Krokos, 24 january 2013
All language is a communication of number, symbol and word
integrated in understanding to be expressed, spoken and heard.
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George Krokos, 24 january 2013
When ignorance still reigns in the mind of man
it's a hindrance to which one should withstand.
When the light of intelligence eventually dawns it is like a rebirth
and everything's perceived differently in which there is no dearth.
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George Krokos, 24 january 2013
In this world each effect has a cause and every action a reaction,
who is it that knows of a place that offers complete satisfaction?
Where all desires have been fulfilled or have come to an end
and the vicissitudes of life one with no longer has to contend.
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