The charge of Mothers
Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi *
Dozens of mothers; Dozens of mothers!
Marched Forward the torch bearer; charge for the lights!
Fasten your belts; tighten your girth!
Shut out your doors; certain your children and men!
Leave none; clear them all!
Crying and yelling
Marching down the Khwai Street; convincing persuading
Liberate our men; relieve from suppressing
Weeping and lamenting; Stop the lallup; stop the lallup!
Complaining and protesting; down the street
Storming and fighting, marching against the British troops
Challenging and out crying for the immediate action;
Oh! The ruler; too soft and weary
Tangling and disputing; doubting his part
Is too late to shield those unarmed mothers;
Those valiant, fearless souls wither charging.
Dozens of mothers; Dozens of mothers!
Marched Forward the torch bearer; charge for the lights!
Fasten your belts; tighten your girth!
Shut out your doors; certain your children and men!
Awaken and come forward!
Grasp your torch; grasp your torch!
Let's patrol these nights; down the streets
Dark and unattended; poise and confident
Charge for the action; charge for the change
Hit the pole!
Kang kang kang kang Kang kang kang kang
Pale your hand; with no stone unturned
Identify your men; save your men
Halt your men; cease them from intoxicating
Associate them brighter; it's too good to have her relieving for violence.
Dozens of mothers; Dozens of mothers!
Marched Forward the torch bearer; charge for the lights!
Fasten your belts; tighten your girth!
Shut out your doors; certain your children and men!
Live your breath; walk for comrade
Consort your companions; secure your bolts!
Loosen not your hair bun; fasten and wrap your shawl!
Endure abiding your phanek, persisting last lingering round your waist;
Ah! What a fettle, how cruel the inhuman?
How brutal the demoniac law?
How severe the barbaric actions?
All in the sadistic; inflicting pain, blooded and merciless
Oh! Mother, your strength has flown through veins
Sharp and strong; 'Indian Army, rape us! Kill us!'
'We are all mothers of our children, come, rape us, you bastards!'
* Poem written by Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi for Imphal Times
The writer is an Independent Scholar
This poem was webcasted on July 04 2017.
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