Sunday, July 5, 2009

Khullang Nupi (the lady-reaper)

Lao! eidi awaba khangde
Khaoshi louse hathu hathu
Timphagi akeebasu leite
Linna chikpagi nachungbasu leite
Echagi puk thannanaba

Eche! Eche! hallage ei yumda
Eecha khomlang lamlammmani

Thamna khenjong na wai wai
Tharo thambalna hai hoom
Thambou nangshu onthokna luuna
Mara taredako adubu taangani eina
Echagi puk thannanaba

Eche! Eche! hallage ei yumda
Echa khomlang lamlammani

Numitna hayeng thorakpaga
Khwanchet laklaga marakke
Chinbandana momon minok
Thawai khubakta haplasu
Lakkani shoidana ei hayeng

Eche! Eche! hallage ei yumda
Echa khomlang lamlammani

Maphi maron thongda
Mamai mamit chamot chamot
Shannaramgani koichen chen
Nungshibana pathoraklaba mitni eigi
Uninglakle echado

Eche! Eche! hallage ei yumda
Echa khomlang lamlammani
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  1. Gathering of broken wingsJuly 5, 2009 at 4:16 AM

    I dedicate this poem to my paternal grandmother Manjuri who fed her children by selling thamchet and thambou( drumstick) who use to share with me stories of her past her struggle for existence and facing challenge of bringing up her children in the face of acute poverty. She told me when her eldest son(my father) was just an infant she had to go and uproot thambou along with the sisters of her locality to earn a livelihood. Indeed one day when she saw the blooming vast of lotus and its magnificent leaves a wave of tenderness erupted within her and the next moment a stream of tears rolled down her cheeks. The other elder woman saw her and said! ‘ebemma! Nacha ningshinglaklabra?..Laak-o! Laak-o! Hallase yumda’. And they came back. That story is the sweetest story anyone has ever told me and will ever be told to me. I owe my writing skill to my grandmother whose tiny gene of a poet must have been transferred to me. The phrase ‘thamna khenjongna wai wai, tharo thambalna hai hoom’ originates from her. I recalled them and write it today although she told me years ago and she is no longer with me. I love you ebok! Wherever you are I am missing you.

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  2. Ronid Aka AkhuJuly 6, 2009 at 12:27 AM

    Lovely Poem!

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  3. The world of nonexistants July 6, 2009 at 11:33 PM

    very lovely poems.. there are many of them who toil and suffer their lives in such way only...

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  4. UnknownJuly 8, 2009 at 6:10 PM

    For a pretty long 16 years, I was a part of village life...your lovely poem has created such a nostalgic feeling that I wish...

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  5. Soibam HaripriyaJuly 23, 2009 at 3:38 AM

    speechless

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