Ungracious
Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi *
Ah! He knows he finds his love his lady;
Likes 'her' like a diamond in his ring;
'I think I've seen you before' he started surprisingly;
'I feel like I've known you for the last birth' he faulted;
Cares 'her' like a morning breaths, brushing and cleaning;
Remembers 'her' his every second count breathing;
Make calls 'phone calls' as if he knows no boundaries;
Man, oh! Man you're such a great dirty;
Your mind so muddy and soiled and splashing;
You string 'her', her presence at your nightmare;
You foiled 'her' will so manky and treacherous;
You shadowed 'her' icky unethical;
Every morning and each evening calls and talks;
'Hi' and 'hello'; 'I'm waiting and I'm dying'.
She forgets evils and she sees tenderness;
And she finds fondness warmth and friendliness;
She roams and smiles for 'him' so attaching;
She blinds her solicitude 'making him' a man;
Consideration and yearning and worshiping;
Liking and inclining and adoring and devoting;
O! Man, you forgot 'her' fidelity, her fealty;
She stitches and holds her 'garland' for you;
She bears 'her' pangs of separation for you;
Her family, her childhood, her memories,
Her home, her honesty, her place, her habitation,
Her fatherland, her motherland, her cradle,
Ah! So sweetly she beholds those, her basket,
Her origin, her birth, her cot, her beginning,
Her support, her shelter, her protection,
You laughed when she cried for your happiness;
You danced when she stepped your crooked infidelity.
Marriage! In the name of Social beings,
Marriage! In the name of intimacy embracement,
Food and drinks; Music and lights;
Customs and ornaments; Cars and cars;
Laughter and all smiles; make-ups and all expensive;
Oh Man! You throw the lights on and drink to heaven;
Darker the night, you play upon the maiden so fiercely;
Later the night, you wake her up shouting;
You knew not who she bears, so devastating;
Once she disapprove, you kicked her anywhere,
Once she dismiss, you taunted her monstrously;
Shaken as she could; she cried her out pouring and pouring;
She feels so thornier, her bed isn't smells rosier;
He fights and she struggles; Isn't this a mistake ?
* Poem written by Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi for Imphal Times
The writer is an Independent Scholar
This poem was webcasted on September 10 2019.
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