The measuring Tape
Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi *
Aha! What a gloomy day, it was
When her boundary loosen, still brittle
I never thought it would be safe again; to heed
This frightening body; her frozen feet;
Holding upon her, measuring
Measuring undoubtedly, what fate brings
This imperil measuring tape, into sixteen different shades
When her boundary loosen, still brittle
This joyless day; the shadowy shots of gun
Upon the uninviting grove,
And the murky suspicious night; measuring undoubtedly
Friends becoming foe; rivals to friends
Suspicion! Suspicion!
Oh! What a gloomy day, it was
Emulating wariness;
Holding upon her, measuring
This imperil measuring tape, into sixteen different shades
When her boundary loosen, still brittle
She struggled, struggled to fit in;
Colors; she noticed no one
All Brighten and greenery as ever; no mark
No taint could ever smear her Temple;
Holding upon her, measuring
Measuring undoubtedly, what fate brings
This imperil measuring tape, into sixteen different shades
When her boundary loosen, still brittle
Behold! Hold her frontier;
Cut in and cut out; survey her valuation
Make her no move, no uncertainty be marginalize
Touch her worth; leave her no uncertain bodily lines
Sure of her feeling, as she welcomes your hazy breath;
Holding upon her, measuring
Measuring undoubtedly, what fate brings
This imperil measuring tape, into sixteen different shades
When her boundary loosen, still brittle
Stop waring; stop her hunting
Let her Clad, let her bloom green, red, blue, Black and white
Let her sing color chorus, cherish her desires
Make no wrinkle, make no ripples
Too Worth her bodily line, stop bewildering
Behold! Hold her frontier;
Holding upon her, measuring
Measuring undoubtedly, what fate brings
This imperil measuring tape, into sixteen different shades
When her boundary loosen, still brittle
Judge not, conclude not;
Her strength still firm, her feet still holding strong;
Complain not her worries; she's still breathing
Fresh, swinging her wavy hair;
Terminate not; her stretching palm
Too bloody tears could emerge her temple, still
Unfurling her unbending ménage;
Holding upon her, measuring
Measuring undoubtedly, what fate brings
This imperil measuring tape, into sixteen different shades
When her boundary loosen, still brittle
* Poem written by Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi for Imphal Times
The writer is Associate Research , School of Women's Studies , Faculty Council of Interdisciplinary Studies, Law and Management , Jadavpur University, Kolkata
This poem was webcasted on January 17 2017.
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