Nungsida Matamdo
Raggie *
The sirens of cops getting closer..
Traffic police faking attention with their eyes on the rickshaws..
As every rickshaws is "lupatara" to them..
Piaggio autos and magic of TATA rushes like Assam's crows..
As they snatch every customer's waving hands..
With the driving sense of Left is Right and Right is Left..
Malom, Lamkhai, Airport in the front glass with the worst handwriting..
Dusts and dirt finding their ways in everyone's eyes..
When the sun scorches with its UV power..
Rotten leftovers in every clean spaces..
With tear-causing smells..
Bouncing roads made by the local 'Thikadaars'..
That are laid with the maximum cost cuttings..
Peddlers crossing roads with heavy shopping bags..
Like they stroll in their home's courtyard..
Noises of horns with varying chords..
Motorbikes and scooters find its way..
In the narrowest gap producing the best CO..
No parking signs everywhere with full parked vehicles..
Attached in every rusted and damaged electric poles..
Emoinu Mega Lottery adds - "Kakpiyu Kakpiyu..Kaktrikhei Faoroi"..
In full volume with Tapta songs in the background..
I once stuck on the roads of Imphal city..
In my Ray Ban glasses and Moreh slippers..
As I smiled and said to myself - "Oh..NUNGSIDA MATAMDO"
* Poem written by Raggie who can be contacted at ragsthoks(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on January 24 2013.
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