My Golden Home

Savio Juniorate, Mawlai Motsyier, 
Shillong, Meghalaya, India

Juniorate my golden home, a nurturing place
From you, abundant grace
Thou art a maker and a sharpener,
A guiding light to a dreamer
Unfolds thy mission to an honest lover.

Rising till bed sprays thy wisdom,
To ponder and act for the Trinity’s kingdom.
When whiten or uproot the ghoul
To stand corrected; rustproof the soul:
“Prayer and deed shall be thy goal”.  

Saturates thy bliss to my insatiate soul
By your forestall keeps me from gall
Thy goldenfold charity extinguishes color war
Enhances oneness to diffuse near and far
Escorts an avid heart to reach the star.

Gaily congregate to recall and praise thy name
To proclaim and magnify thy fame.
The best in return to share and pray
I vow, thy virtue be ever splay
In great and small and in every race.  

Golden later: Ah! Minj as though a mirage
Where art thou now, writing thy page?
Among the least, communion with sage.
Oh Thyrniang! The garden fire,
Shush! By mistake, but look a mighty pine tree
Beside the grotto standing by you and me.
The three grounds we cut, my blister!
In concert my trumpet extra note
“Cool head, empty stomach, warm feet”
Reading, shouting, jumping, the contests and
Forgetting the most. What? The Bible
A wonderful indeed, excellent.


N.B.:  The poem speaks of Savio Juniorate/school, where 50 years later, all past pupils with grateful heart gather recalling & sharing the wonderful things they learned for their life.

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