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Sweet sixteen

Sweet sixteen

By- Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi

Independent scholar

 

Sixteen isn’t a number counting;

Sixteen! As I remembered most is,

Wonderful tricky sensitive and painful indeed;

I feel loving all that I embraced,

I feel alive fresh surrounding;

Blooming and sharing million emotions all I care,  

Trees and birds and animals and grasses;

Friends and family and sisters and brothers;

River and ponds and leirak and leikai;

That lampak and that narrow street Chingkhei;

Fields and greenery paddy when in rain;

All airy and all calm and all poised.

 

I hear birds chirping,

I hear the sound of unseeing breeze;

I hear the echoes of the water brimming;

Overflowing and eloping with the freshet;

Spurting and spouting, cascading and rivulet ting;

So touchy and so engaging itself;

I profoundly kissing the air,

Tuning immensely through the woods;

Carrying enormous smiley textures,

Winning every soul pretty,

Fetching hundreds of appealing codes;

Knowing not what secret and what evil;

All’s happy, happy and loved.

 

Sixteen isn’t a number counting;

Sixteen! As I remembered most is,

Wonderful tricky sensitive and painful indeed;

I hate being watched over attitude;

I hate being followed after fascination;

I hate being saying ‘NO NO, You can’t;

I hate being focus surrounding where I am?

I hate being ‘distanced’ from love ones;

What a chance I ever had?

All securing and all watched over my moves;

Safer the best I could ever indoor.

 

I culture well, ‘behave’ along as I engaged;

Early to bed and early to rise,

I fashioned passionately ‘having’ lesser sharing;

No mistake counted for younger doers,

I sweep and I clean and I dance in the rain;

I sing in the tune of moos, echoing again and again;

And I breathe along the ducks, flapping wings;

Every dawn I start at peace mesmerizing,

Captivating distance temple bell sounds,

 kang-kang, kang-kang, kang-kang, kang-kang

I enjoyed collecting ‘yongchak mapal’ adoring morning dew.

 

Oh! I hate when ‘he’ scolded,

Oh! I hate when ‘he’ beat me;

Misunderstanding and blaming, dos and don’ts;

I hate when I am unloved;

I am sick when I am in pain;

I hate when ‘he’ controls me most;

I hate when ‘he’ defines my dresses;

I hate when ‘he’ stare with uncause;

Remembering! I deserving erasing all,

Sweet sixteen! lives’ a consoling beauty;

Still I loved most whatever his Brotherly care.

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