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The bridge

By-Dr.  Nunglekpam Premi Devi
Independent Scholar

Over looking to the eastern side of Imphal;
Upon crossing the Imphal river banks isolating;
One of the side miniature local birdies resides;
So panicky so stubborn, themselves amour affairs;
One on the other stands the majestic damsels;
Beauty Sheila so picking blooms randomly behind;
Connecting the two barriers so differently;
Long it stands; dare to cross this sole bridge comfortably;
Strong it stood firmly; connecting these two natives;
Scattering calls Echoing through within banks;
Hatred and love blooms on either bank;
One a marriage, two a marriage;
Wedding happens amongst these inhabitants;
With those music bands lifting palanquin,
This bridge, negotiating native’s dull of all times.

Happy crossing when in marriage processing;
Lights and music and drums, all jingling;
Left and right; left and right marching forward;
To those land of bride, to those home of groom;
Lonely and secluded; private and sheltered;
No rain stopping them; no storm blown them away;
Thunder and lighting, caress their tiptoe;
Sunshine making their day happy and contented;
This bridge, a nameless one untitled;
This bridge bordering and connecting two natives,
Half a ‘koirou’ half a ‘bashikhong’;
Driven by those ethics, a ruthless connecting tall;
No motor neither car stops in the middle,
Straight it goes towards that land of grooms;
This bridge, negotiating native’s dull of all times.

Courageous as they slay misunderstanding;
Strong as they argue discontented;
Kill them and kill all; exploit them and punish all;
Hatred and disliking each other either banks;
This bridge, a colorless one standing strong,
Symptoms of bitterness over generation;
A symptom of flourishing love and peace;
This bridge, a maiden bridge standing tall,
No flooding rooted its pillars collapse slip;
No lighting rooted its arms fall and sink;
Alone she stands amidst disputes,
Holding toughness villain’s miscreants;
Night so deserted crossing her worry;
This bridge standing firmly in nowhere,
Connecting those inhabitants fast and fury;
This bridge, negotiating native’s dull of all times.

Maheshwar Gurumayum

Maheshwar Gurumayum, Sub-Editor of Imphal Times is a resident of Sagolband Salam Leikai. He has been with Imphal Times since 2013. An avid adventure lover, writes mostly travelogue. He can be contacted at [email protected]

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