My master!
K. Padmakumar *
I am not at all good at filtering my weakness.
My mind!
It is filthy and dirty in here.
Once when I heard the tale of Birmangal the devotee
I simply took it
As a mere tale of divine intervention
Devoid of hard truth.
When I recollect the tale of my life
From the early childhood
Birmangal's has come to nought.
I was a mere boy, not yet grown up
And taken seriously by full-blown girls.
The child is father of the man,
As the saying goes.
I was flushed with excitement
At the sight of a beauty sleeping soundly
And when I plucked at her loincloth
She woke up in surprise.
She hid her private parts like wild mimosa
And I nearly died of embarrassment.
I know I had an impulsive nature.
A small soul I am
Slightly better off than animals.
Secretive of my likes
Of the beautiful fair sex –
I do not like to share my feelings.
Who will be able to stand
My jealousy and possessiveness?
I was given a ladder of gold
To climb up to heaven
But I fell off it
Being enslaved to the pursuit of pleasure.
(Translated by K Radhakumar from his father's Manipuri poem Masana Yekchaba Kanagumba Amagi Masak)
* Poem written by K. Padmakumar ; Translated by K Radhakumar which was published at Hueiyen Lanpao
This poem was posted on November 26, 2015.
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