Dirty Dancing
Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi *
You know, we all know happy and joy;
Laughter and smiles, with hairs down,
Bouncing and jumping up and open;
Floating and swigging, in and out swiping;
Shirts and pants; buttons and trousers;
Jeans and t-shirts; phaneks and blouses;
Heels and snickers; leathers and boots;
Fancy and brighter; cut and deeper;
Shorter and jumper; crazy and little;
Cars and autos; glasses and bottles;
Stickers and levels; colors and blacks;
Seats and couches; battle and peace;
We all mingle, we all touched and we all love it;
Happy as I sing and happy as I hum;
Rain rain go away, come again another day.
Something's not right, something's burden;
Yeah! I know we all make rules, as do I have one;
Making me bounded; making me nervous;
Half a walk and half a run; shoes and slippers;
All torn apart, all tearing up little and parts;
I make sense to self, happy as I bounce;
Joy as I jump up and down, all fluttering hairs and clothes;
Thunder and clouds; lightening and laughers;
Clashing and falling; tumbling and easy;
Tables and tools; chairs and stools;
Clock and timers; songs and speakers;
Thundering and roaring, beating and woofing;
Loud and noisy; clashing and cheering;
Humming and tuning; bathing and shampooing;
Like as I say, weak and feeble, I dance so upset;
No steps so correct, no moves too good;
I fall and I stand, dirty as I hum to life's song.
Life's magic, Glitters and gold, metal and silver;
Cars and scooters; jeeps and taxis;
Drinks and foods; biscuits and cakes;
Birthday and wishes; gifts and dresses;
Wine and beers; cold and sexy;
Champagne and glasses; shots and cocktails;
Oh! I whisper, so bright and so clear;
Mind's so meditating, Mind's so alluring;
Smokes and cigarettes; fire and woods;
Butterflies and flowers; stars and stars;
Believe me and believe me not;
I flung and I swing, high and great;
Thud! I fall down again, dirty and muddy;
Oh! I remember something so secretly;
Laugh and they laugh at; Life's a dirty dancing.
* Poem written by Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi for Imphal Times
The writer is an Independent Scholar
This poem was webcasted on April 10 2019.
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