Down the memory lane
Malemnganbi Naorem *
Star -lit is the night
Dim is the light
Wind chimes the bells and
The sound transports me down the memory lane.
Surreal was the moment, divine it was:
I, in a pink apron walking down the rows of cabbage plants
Sunlight flickered through the fog, dewdrops sparkled in delight
Felt I the freezing cold of the winter morning.
One evening, I picked flowers in the perfumed garden
The sun was returning to its cosmic home
How could I not remember Ruth, crying among the corn, remembering her homeland
Cried I too, sinking into Mother Nature's beauty.
Life would have been lovelier, prettier
Had these moments been lived every single day.
Is the Garden of Eden as beautiful as these?
If it is so I would die a thousand times
Man proposes, God disposes.
"Time will come. Act out my obligations to you. Until then, so long", said He.
Lo! I have to wait for my time to come.
And, return I to my humdrum rum life
* Poem written by Malemnganbi Naorem for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on 04 September 2022 .
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