Scotland damdawiin pakhata tar enkawlna ward-ah pitar pakhat hi a thi a. Thil hlu engmah hnutchhiah nei lo-ah an ngai a. Mahse nurse pakhatin a thawmhnaw neih chhun te a chin fel pahin he poem hi a char ta hlauh mai a. An han chhiar a, a thu hi tha an tih em avangin chu damdawiina nurse zawng zawng chu a copy an sem ta hial a. Nurse pakhat chuan a copy dawn ve chu Ireland-ah a keng a. Chutah chuan North Ireland Association for Mental Health-a an News Magazine-ah an chhuah a, internet-ah a lo darh ta zel a ni.
Crabby Old Woman
What do you see, nurses?
What do you see?
What are you thinking,
When you’re looking at me?
A crabby old woman,
Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit,
With faraway eyes.
Who dribbles her food,
And makes no reply,
When you say in a loud voice,
“I do wish you’d try!”
Who seems not to notice,
The things that you do,
And forever is losing,
A stocking or shoe.
Who, resisting or not
Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding,
The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse,
You’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am,
As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,
As I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten,
With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters,
Who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen,
With wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now,
A lover she’ll meet.
A bride soon at twenty,
My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows,
That I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now,
I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide,
And a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty,
My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other,
With ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons,
Have grown and are gone,
But my man’s beside me,
To see I don’t mourn.
At fifty once more,
Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children,
My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me,
My husband is dead,
I look at the future,
I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing,
Young of their own,
And I think of the years,
And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old woman,
And nature is cruel,
‘Tis jest to make old age,
Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles,
Grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone,
Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass,
A young girl still dwells,
And now and again,
My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
And I’m loving and living,
Life over again.
I think of the years,
All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact,
That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people,
Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman;
Look closer – see ME!!
‘Tar’ i tih liam mai thin, engah mah i ngaih lem loh i hmuh leh hunah he poem hi hre reng ang che. Nang leh kei pawh hi khatiang hun hmabak kha kan ni asin!
October 22nd, 2010 at 3:37 pm
Tar a lamah hian rilru hi a la za zar mai si anga :lol:
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October 22nd, 2010 at 3:41 pm
Va tha ve
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October 22nd, 2010 at 3:43 pm
touching. Tar hnuah pawh rilru hi a chu a lo tar ve lemlo anih hi. Kan veng putar kum 80 mi sawi ka la hriat reng – “Ka beng te hi a ngawng tawh a, ka mit te hi a fiahlo a, ka taksa pawh a chak tawhlo. Mahse ka rilru erawh a la fim em em thung” a ti, hmanlai thil pawh chiang takin a la hre vek.
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October 22nd, 2010 at 3:48 pm
1st thou thou
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October 22nd, 2010 at 3:51 pm
Pitar naran phuah ve mai mai a ni bawk a; engahmah ka ngai love.
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October 22nd, 2010 at 3:53 pm
eee dawihzep chu tun atanga kum 50 ah chuan heti hian i tawng tawh hauhlo ang le. Heng te hi a naran hauh lo, poem phuah te hi mi nazawng thiam a ni lo
But inside this old carcass,
A young girl still dwells,
And now and again,
My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
And I’m loving and living,
Life over again.
I think of the years,
All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact,
That nothing can last.
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October 22nd, 2010 at 3:54 pm
A va’n tha em. Rilru a khawih hle mai.
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October 22nd, 2010 at 3:55 pm
Tha e
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October 22nd, 2010 at 3:57 pm
Awww, Pitar in ka tar bik love, atihna ni berin ava ang ve. ka chhiar chhuak lo nangin.
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October 22nd, 2010 at 4:01 pm
tha ve aw….
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October 22nd, 2010 at 4:03 pm
Ka thian pakhat Shirley kum 93 mi hian an pa damlai a sawi lunglen thlak thei khawp mai. Chawhmeh thlenga insuah thin kan ni, ka fanu min duatpui tu, thurawn kan mamawh a min pe tu a ni bawk. A ni pawn a harsatna sawi ngamnaa min neih kan ni ve, beer dawm kerh kerh paha nui ker kera a titi angaihnawm thei hle. Pathiana inhmang tak a ni a, a nun a entawn tlak khawp mai.
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October 22nd, 2010 at 4:08 pm
HV… shirley i chuan zu a dawn thin maw…a va piangthar lo ve aaaa :lol:
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October 22nd, 2010 at 4:13 pm
Chu pitar chu a taksa chaklo mahse a rilru chu la fit hle mai. A enkawltu nurse te chungah lawm over loh hmel hle lehnghal a.
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October 22nd, 2010 at 4:23 pm
Mi thenkhat hian tar te hi anmahni hriat lai ngei te hian “tarchhia” te kan han ti leh thawr zel a, ngaihtuah chian deuh thin atan a tha khawp mai.
Ka nu leh pa te hi kum upa ve tawh tak ni mah se “tar” ka la ti phal reng reng lo. Mi nu leh pa pawh tar ka tihsak duh chuang lo.
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October 22nd, 2010 at 4:28 pm
A tha khawp mai!
Mahse, ka rilru a lang ve daih chu
Brigade Rd. kawng sir poster tam deuh zingah khan “Species of Women” tih a ni ta in ka hria…ka chiang vak ta lo.
When she’s 16, she’s like India, full of mysteries,
When she’s 20, she’s like Africa, half unexplored;
When she’s 30, she’s like Sahara, very hot,
When she’s 40, she’s like America, technically perfect;
When she’s 50, she’s like Europe, full of ruins,
When she’s 60, she’s like Siberia, everybody knows where it is, but nobody wants to go there….
tih vel kha ka chhiar fuh palh a, tih sual ka nei nual mai thei….a hriain tih dikah
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October 22nd, 2010 at 4:32 pm
@ 15
When she’s 16, she’s like India, full of mysteries,
When she’s 20, she’s like South America, half explored;
When she’s 30, she’s like Africa, dark and deep,
When she’s 40, she’s like America, technically perfect;
When she’s 50, she’s like Europe, full of ruins,
When she’s 60, she’s like Australia, everybody knows its down there, but nobody wants to go there….
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October 22nd, 2010 at 4:35 pm
a nalh hle mai, ka duh zual lai,,
A young girl of sixteen,
With wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now,
A lover she’ll meet.
A bride soon at twenty,
My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows,
That I promised to keep
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October 22nd, 2010 at 4:41 pm
Post riru khawih tak anih hi maw le,…. ka hrethiam ve nial nual a….. :lol:
“But inside this old carcass’
A young girl still dwells,…..” __ tih lai hian ka lung a ti leng, ka thinlai a fan, ka rilru a tihah….. :mrgreen:
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October 22nd, 2010 at 4:52 pm
D_auachwgthu Says:
Post riru khawih tak anih hi maw le,…. ka hrethiam ve nial nual a…
lol..keipawh ka hrethiam ve nial nual a, ka comment risk ve tho…ho lutuk!
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October 22nd, 2010 at 4:59 pm
a va mawi tehreng em!
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October 22nd, 2010 at 5:03 pm
#16, Australia a tel ve tih ka lo hre reng reng hlei nem :roll: :lol:
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October 22nd, 2010 at 5:04 pm
#15 lushai_er: poem tih ang reng chuan engineer rilru a khawih vak lo a ni maw??? keini literature lipuia cheng, chawm bawk hawp bawk chu kan hnuk a ulh lo chauh a nia!!
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October 22nd, 2010 at 5:16 pm
A rosary of woman things – Suzette Haden Elgin min ti hrechhuak teh tlat..
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October 22nd, 2010 at 5:19 pm
#22, hlatekhua : Mood swing hi ka harsat ve khawp a, violence lam ka chhiar hmasa a, a mood-ah pawh ka cheng hlei thei lo !!!!!! Ka comment hi in mit a lo ti kham anih chuan ngaihdam ka dil nghal e………Tin, report abuse kha a click theih tho bawk!
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October 22nd, 2010 at 5:25 pm
#24 lushai_er…mit tikham teh suh e. I lo chhiar ve peih ringawt pawh lawmawm ka ti. A tha riauin ka hria a, ka post ve ngawt a, tu vakin an chhiar peih ka ring chiah lo zawk. Thanks a lot!
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October 22nd, 2010 at 6:23 pm
Dark days are upon me,
My husband is dead,
I look at the future,
I shudder with dread.
Hetiang hun hi kan la hmachhawn ngei dawn si a, kan la thatlai hian kan nupui/pasal te kan hmangaiha kan duat thiam ava pawimawh em.
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October 22nd, 2010 at 7:13 pm
nalh ka va ti em… lung a ti leng hle
17: zeus: quote lai hi ka quote ve leh duh
“A young girl of sixteen,
With wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now,
A lover she’ll meet.
A bride soon at twenty,
My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows,
That I promised to keep.”
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October 22nd, 2010 at 7:20 pm
“A beautiful lady is an accident of nature. A beautiful old lady is a work of art.”
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October 22nd, 2010 at 7:23 pm
Fa pawh thi tawh, pasal pawh thi tawh, damdawiinah dawm hlumtu awmlo a thih chu…tsk tsk…
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October 22nd, 2010 at 9:44 pm
A va han tha teh reng em. He nu hian a chanchin a sawi keuh keuh lai hi ka hmu…hetiang hun hi thleng phak ve ang i maw le?
Hlatekhua, i va rawn ti har zawk ve maw le. Min vel mai dawn a lawm maw.
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October 22nd, 2010 at 9:53 pm
Lairil a fan, luaithli nul ka nap e.
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