Pink Floyd's Nightmares
Angomcha Jinus Senjam *
Mother, why's it cawing, the migrated raven, every day-break
Mother, do our carefully careless folks keep him as an alarm-clock
Mother, how much painfully beautiful, outside the nine hogbacks
Mother, do you think they'll like our pena's tunes
Mother, do you think they'll like my eyes
Mother, do you think they'll like my skin
Mother, do you think they'll like to taste our 108 cuisine
Mother, do they eat, only the foliage
Mother, have we'd our cradles, the hybrid lineage
Mother, why do we've duet spring equinox merrymaking
Mother, why's the black street dog barking
Mother, does he bite my sister
Mother, does the shaggy uncle have a good character
Mother, is he expressing an artificially sneer
Mother, does he hurt you
Mother, why's our neighbour noisy, and father of all woe
Mother, why do their daughters like much, "laiphadabee" of my sister
Mother, why's the neighbour plucked always, my dzükou garden's flower
Mother, why, they asked salt and oil for their cooking
Mother, don't they grow any salt-tree sapling
Mother, why do we ask them to open our entry
Mother, why don't we know much the cryptography
Ooooh! Mother, should I build a frontier or
Mother, should I break the barrier
Hush! Hush! Baby, its waste of time, sleep! sleep!
Mother, why she's fasting, overlong and in vain
Mother, does she feel, no pain
Mother, does she like the invalid teeth, on her nose
Mother, why's the entire boy, suffering comatose
Mother, why's the "nambul river" feeling doleful
Mother, look our road has many little swimming pool
Mother, should I play my paper boat, on the puddle
Mother, why's the banyan tree rooting on the noddle
Mother, look the huge human's train
Mother, how fast does our homemade train, mail
Mother, look the women are selling wee-wee like water-bottle
Mother, is it sweet and potable
Mother, why's the dry-snow falling in the summer day
Mother, why do they have masks on their physiognomy
Mother, are they going to loot my "piggy bank"
Mother, look samu makhong's swallowed by an immature flying serpent
Mother, look the bare "living nupi-lal" gathered near the holy rampart
Mother, look the life-sized "laiphadabee" is flaming
Mother, why's the mighty regime shouting
Mother, why does he love last bench much, always in the "Quarrel's University"
Mother, why's the brother asking for new territory
Mother, do they grow onus' plant at an open outlet
Mother, should I buy one sapling to grow with my money plant
Mother, why's the uncle making houses and roads without an engineer's grade
Mother, do the medicos learn an extra MBA's marketing trade
Mother, do the engineers believe in more roofs per drop of pillar
Mother, why's the smart gourmand always in carnival's opening ceremony
Mother, why they ain't available in unwelcome dry spell mystery
Mother, do they have flying chariot
Mother, do all the lass want to blend with the system
Mother, do my girlfriend also love the glutton smart man
Mother, do you think she's good enough for me
Mother, do you think she's beauty inside her
Mother, do you think she's is virgin
Ooh! Mother, should I become revolutionary against all fishy
Mother, should I make my own monarchy
Mother, should I run an organisation
Mother, should I trust the mighty dominion
Mother, do you think they'll aim their roscoe on my tender pate
Mother, will they put me in the oubliette
Hush! Baby, its waste of time, sleep! sleep!
Mother, why's every dark night, there's only piece of lumière
Mother, do we have industry of "itta thoumei"
Mother, where have all the faithful dogs gone
Mother, why's the donkey pretending to be dog in the darkzone
Mother, look the "thaa thaa thabung-ton'' is weeping
Mother, look the "theibong" tree on the moon is drying
Mother, look the burning "twinkle twinkle little stars" are falling
Mother, our paddy field is blazing, everywhere
uum..sleep! sleep! sleep! baby
Baby, hush! "churanthaba" will come! Don't cry
Mama's gonna keep my baby unhurt from the burning demesne
Mother! Mother! Mother! Unchained samu makhong's trailing behind me
Mother! I'm weary of running
And I'm weary of running....
* Poem written by Angomcha Jinus Senjam for e-pao.net
The poet is doing PhD at HAU-HISAR and can be contacted at singhsenjam(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on April 29 2014.
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