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1.SPEAKING MOUNTAIN
(What if the mountain comes alive???)
Made up of stones,muds and gravels,
I hereby stand above the sea level.
I have stood here for million years,
Saved you from glaring sun.
Saved you from bittering wind
So can you unwind the changes you have made??
I have seen how your village clustered,
Witnessed different people gathered.
I have witnessed the spirit of smoke,
All the greatman lay within me now.
Children you have your time now,
For your elders have lived theirs
If you ask me about your history,
I have a lot to tell you about the mistory.
Today village have galloped very far,
No more natural home
The tiny footpath has grown into selfish footwork
You see I am witnessing this too,
Population has increased ,
affinity has decreased.
Ask yourselves! Are you living in tranquility??
Come to me oh people !!
You hate me, or you love me! I was ..
A friend,a brother ,a sister ,a father and mother for all of your forefathers.
They are gone but they are in me! I still stand top and watch you people live.
Ask the kebu river!
How was my village before!
She would say "it was pure"
Ask the piggo river!
How was my village ?
She would say "It was natural"
Ask the birds,the woods and the leaves!
They would say "it was beautiful and freindly.
Ask the mountain! Yes TO ME!
"how was my village"
I will say "I have never witnessed a village like this in million years, "
Yes rivers and woods are right!!
Ad they still stand and flow in the same spirit today,
I would say indeed they were HUMANITARIAN.
You must also have the same spirit of them,
If not ,time is not far,
desparity, dismay and hatred will invade our spirit of brotherhood,
I will still stand tall and witness you gone,
Let us be one let us be good.
Jon Pebi tato(writer)
23 september 2015
2.A SMALL WORD FOR MY BELOVED ASEY MADEK!
dear Asey,
"I came to village with no clue:
out of the blue
I Found You:
I remember it was cold!
Your said me to be "bold"
I thought for a while
Who is this man with a broad smile??
Tiny wrinkled eyes,
T-shirt coloured white with stripes,
A red cap on his Head!
Matchet on his hip!
Ready to get the Pork ripped!!
You look smart you looked cool!!!
Asey I remember the day we sat,
I remember your tiny eye glittering;
Looking towards village "saying"
I have to go!! People are working!!
I bade you bye!!
the last word I heard from him:was
"pebii kojone dolu salona" keh de! Thora kam he
Am sorry I couldnt come ,I had to go!
Now I am sitting hear wondering!
The man with red Cap! I adored you then!!
Safe journey asey!!! For you are with GODS! We will meet soon.(R.I.P) (this was written by me for one of our beloved brother Lt.Tudek Tato)
(date:10th august 2015)
3.MOMENT TO REMEMBER
we grew up hearing our fathers tale: The life back there wasn't easy to sail:
Their hard work had a reason:
Their life followed with the tide of season:
The whispers of bamboo: the chirping of the bird: sound of the river:
Were their friends forever:
They also grew up hearing their fathers tale,
Life back there was tough to sail: Swords were the solution, head for head was the notion:
Those days were the days of our ancestors reign!!
Ours were the beginning "says our father"
No pants ,no money, no worries, no books:
They use to come to me ,"says the woods"
Our fathers time had tremendous naturalist,
By nature they were speechless socialist:
Woods were in the back of our mother,
Walked hundred mile just to gather:
Daily fire in the house meant , they will live to see the next day:
Their hard work gave them what they deserve:
We grew up hearing our fathers tale: Our life is equally hard to sail: Schools are near, facilities are here, But we are engulfed in fear:
Life is still yet to go:
we grew up hearing our fathers tale, Yes, A moment to remember: Although storm of life is hard to sail One day we will be one of them: And tell the tale of our sail .
( Jon Pebi tato)5 august 2014
4.FAREWELL for Lt.Jarbom Gamlin, our beloved Former C.M
A son born of a nature,
Beared the torch for future:
elected to serve us:
annointed to lead us,
laid to rest in peace
saying "take care my people, my service is over"
its time to move over;
Reminisce the deeds he has constructed;
Life is indeed so unprecedented.
he will be remembered for ages and ages to come.
"long live jarbom gamlin" god rest his soul in peace.
(6th dec 2014)
1.SPEAKING MOUNTAIN
(What if the mountain comes alive???)
Made up of stones,muds and gravels,
I hereby stand above the sea level.
I have stood here for million years,
Saved you from glaring sun.
Saved you from bittering wind
So can you unwind the changes you have made??
I have seen how your village clustered,
Witnessed different people gathered.
I have witnessed the spirit of smoke,
All the greatman lay within me now.
Children you have your time now,
For your elders have lived theirs
If you ask me about your history,
I have a lot to tell you about the mistory.
Today village have galloped very far,
No more natural home
The tiny footpath has grown into selfish footwork
You see I am witnessing this too,
Population has increased ,
affinity has decreased.
Ask yourselves! Are you living in tranquility??
Come to me oh people !!
You hate me, or you love me! I was ..
A friend,a brother ,a sister ,a father and mother for all of your forefathers.
They are gone but they are in me! I still stand top and watch you people live.
Ask the kebu river!
How was my village before!
She would say "it was pure"
Ask the piggo river!
How was my village ?
She would say "It was natural"
Ask the birds,the woods and the leaves!
They would say "it was beautiful and freindly.
Ask the mountain! Yes TO ME!
"how was my village"
I will say "I have never witnessed a village like this in million years, "
Yes rivers and woods are right!!
Ad they still stand and flow in the same spirit today,
I would say indeed they were HUMANITARIAN.
You must also have the same spirit of them,
If not ,time is not far,
desparity, dismay and hatred will invade our spirit of brotherhood,
I will still stand tall and witness you gone,
Let us be one let us be good.
Jon Pebi tato(writer)
23 september 2015
2.A SMALL WORD FOR MY BELOVED ASEY MADEK!
dear Asey,
"I came to village with no clue:
out of the blue
I Found You:
I remember it was cold!
Your said me to be "bold"
I thought for a while
Who is this man with a broad smile??
Tiny wrinkled eyes,
T-shirt coloured white with stripes,
A red cap on his Head!
Matchet on his hip!
Ready to get the Pork ripped!!
You look smart you looked cool!!!
Asey I remember the day we sat,
I remember your tiny eye glittering;
Looking towards village "saying"
I have to go!! People are working!!
I bade you bye!!
the last word I heard from him:was
"pebii kojone dolu salona" keh de! Thora kam he
Am sorry I couldnt come ,I had to go!
Now I am sitting hear wondering!
The man with red Cap! I adored you then!!
Safe journey asey!!! For you are with GODS! We will meet soon.(R.I.P) (this was written by me for one of our beloved brother Lt.Tudek Tato)
(date:10th august 2015)
3.MOMENT TO REMEMBER
we grew up hearing our fathers tale: The life back there wasn't easy to sail:
Their hard work had a reason:
Their life followed with the tide of season:
The whispers of bamboo: the chirping of the bird: sound of the river:
Were their friends forever:
They also grew up hearing their fathers tale,
Life back there was tough to sail: Swords were the solution, head for head was the notion:
Those days were the days of our ancestors reign!!
Ours were the beginning "says our father"
No pants ,no money, no worries, no books:
They use to come to me ,"says the woods"
Our fathers time had tremendous naturalist,
By nature they were speechless socialist:
Woods were in the back of our mother,
Walked hundred mile just to gather:
Daily fire in the house meant , they will live to see the next day:
Their hard work gave them what they deserve:
We grew up hearing our fathers tale: Our life is equally hard to sail: Schools are near, facilities are here, But we are engulfed in fear:
Life is still yet to go:
we grew up hearing our fathers tale, Yes, A moment to remember: Although storm of life is hard to sail One day we will be one of them: And tell the tale of our sail .
( Jon Pebi tato)5 august 2014
4.FAREWELL for Lt.Jarbom Gamlin, our beloved Former C.M
A son born of a nature,
Beared the torch for future:
elected to serve us:
annointed to lead us,
laid to rest in peace
saying "take care my people, my service is over"
its time to move over;
Reminisce the deeds he has constructed;
Life is indeed so unprecedented.
he will be remembered for ages and ages to come.
"long live jarbom gamlin" god rest his soul in peace.
(6th dec 2014)
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