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River


By- Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi

I stepped, step by step
Down to the misty river, tramping
I know not; what actually she was
I treaded and treaded; making my way
Towards the dark misty river, tramping and captivating
Stumbling and slipping, I creep as I carried
Fuzzy silken dim, wishy-washy steps
Down to the misty river, tramping
I know not; what actually she was

I stepped, step by step
Down to the misty river, tramping
I perturbed my uneasy steps, fearing fraught
Not to degrade lounge upon nature’s call;
Not to distract faraway laze epitome;
Not to embodied and entangled with, Personification soul spirits;
Laid down unwinding bravely in numbers,
The condensing summary of varied loved souls; as
I treaded and treaded; making my way
I know not; what actually she was

I stepped, step by step
Down to the misty river, tramping
Bushes and prickle; tingling my body temple
Feeble and weak, as I treaded making my way
A gust of chill breeze reached, reaching my amber eyes
Wandering this puff, I rejoiced this charm
This dark musky river, Imphal
Amidst the fuzzy silken dim; serene placid water
Tranquil ling and soothing; rippling waves
Fuzzy silken dim; down this misty river, tramping and captivating
I know not; what actually she was

I stepped, step by step
Down to the misty river, tramping
I was afraid not to favor a last minute gaze;
Gaze at those entangled and twisted fragments of holy woods;
Oh! The brave and vibrant knots;
The fiery flows, sparkling waters, wrapped in between
The towering steep banks; hammering and chastising
Forging and founding; vertiginously her wrinkle banks; as
I treaded and treaded; making my way
Down to the misty river, tramping and captivating
I know not; what actually she was

I stepped, step by step
Down to the misty river; tramping
I assemble all these premonitions; the fondness
I witnessed empathetically, the compassionate;
Humanitarian care; acceptable and unbiased natural virtues 
The emotions I carried; far along the ridge
The fair intuition I develop; far along the ridge
Was never a lie; I hunch unknowingly
Ah! What a binding; river and I
That tossed a moral theory; as
I treaded and treaded; making my way
Down to the misty river, tramping and captivating
I know not; what actually she was


William Gurumayum

William 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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