Letting go
Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi *
One a rupee, two a rupee;
Worth Counting by all every single morning;
Dreaming upon stepping the wide opening jaws of existence;
I dream of personage,
I dream of actuality,
Curtaining the same old dark green clothing;
Wallowing Walking down this narrow lane!
Making me too dutiful every day attending,
Up and down, down and up,
Sliding hastily, bagging books heavily;
Dreaming the line worth wild is unique;
Study and study, the fashion I indulge in without fail;
Still, how weak I am? Jumbling and confusing,
The chapters within, the materials' suggestion;
Helping self reading through off-track puzzling;
Alas! If only I have attended tutorial,
Alas! How easy would be, if I have own a tutor;
All's well with struggling, all's well with aspiring;
All's well with just letting go.
One a rupee, two a rupee;
Worth Counting by all every single morning;
Dreaming upon stepping the wide opening jaws of existence;
I dream of personage, hardship and well content;
Never try giving up, still paddling amongst;
I wanna go, I wanna see, I wanna have wings;
Exhaustion! I forget either way,
Feeling out arms stretching helpless empty;
Wandering! Searching and pleading;
Dreams capture me within; too many
Hear me! Hear me saying,
Speaking thousands thinking, losing all in the air;
Let me say, father! I beg
No! Never did they listen;
All's well with goodness, all's well with morality;
All's great with principle;
And all's well with just letting go.
One a rupee, two a rupee;
Worth Counting by all every single morning;
Dreaming upon stepping the wide opening jaws of existence;
I dream of personage, seeking I should be!
Trying figuring out how should I be?
Chasing every want, fancy to capture ever little;
Chances comes and scatters, never try holding one,
Reasoning how rational it is?
Opportunities flashes off too soon,
Self Hesitating and nervously, relying upon still;
Relying again and out, time is still young;
Bargaining within consciousness, shall I and shall I not?
Ah! I lost it, lost every slot
Help me father! Help me mother!
Pay money for my rank! Go buy for my knowledge,
It's too much hurting inside;
How difficult I grasp this opportunity?
Easily it goes away;
I wish, I wish I have a plenty to pay! Consoling
All's well with just letting go.
* Poem written by Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi for Imphal Times
The writer is an Independent Scholar
This poem was webcasted on September 14 2017.
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