By – Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi
Independent Scholar
Should I carry! Should I carry not!
With heavy hearted, doubting
Ah! Weather’s good, Monsoon’s fine;
T’s sunny bright; loud and lighter
T’s beautiful and all brighter;
All’s dry and all’s parch; holding her tight
Busy strolling, I neglect opening her
She’s unyielding, dense and hard as I hold;
She utters not words, she claims not freedom;
I am compelling holding her down;
She moves not, she shades me not;
Pacing faster as much as I could; striding
Down the street, I knew not my swiftness;
Mopping and wiping rapidly; I employ not her as long as I carry!
Should I carry! Should I carry not!
With heavy hearted, doubting
Ah! Weather’s good, Monsoon’s fine;
I step out lightly and all’s I breath superior;
Long as I march, down the street holding her
She’s flying swiftly, as I unfurl her
Dancing wildly with this breezy rhythm,
She’s all colorful; She is red, bright red in color
She’s happy and she’s smiling;
All spirited, with this sudden gusty wind, timid and wild;
Flurrying and swirling;
Spinning and twisting;
She breaks her wings; flinging and flinging
Ah! What a push
Make her gloomy all’s her day.
Should I carry! Should I carry not!
With heavy hearted, doubting
Ah! Weather’s good, Monsoon’s fine;
I sing of climate; No rain, no rain
T’s All’s dark and musky; half-light
All I do is praising, praising and praising
Murmuring No wind, no rush;
No roar and no whizz
I walk without hesitating, holding her unfurling
But her wings all broke! Shattered
I am snuggling her all; miserably
Still routing and Running; holding her tightly
Securing both her and I through frightening bolts; with heavy roars
With thunders and lightening, come raining
Pouring and pouring down upon her; terribly
All’s discouraging All’s dreary!
Should I carry! Should I carry not!
With heavy hearted, doubting
Ah! Weather’s good, Monsoon’s fine;
She’s weak and she’s all wetted;
She compiles me not, any comfy
All’s wet and all’s feeble; as I nod
She secure me not; still I assemble her strength
Her color is all I favor, walking lower her shadow
She apologies nor compose me a word!
Still I fancy her, carrying.
