Dr Nunglekpam Premi Devi
Independent Scholar
Khongji O khongji! The fittest of the standard;
The worthy savior; the choice of the mothers’ mother;
I wonder, you the intimate ‘a friend’ of all children;
Boy and girl; girl and boy, you familiar them;
You the one, you the chosen; you’re dear to all understanding;
You twist and you turn; you fold and you’re pliable;
You’re silver; you’re forgiving; you’re accommodating;
You neither blame nor excuse; you’re a unity;
Gendering you forget; you’re unique amalgamation;
You adore merging; you beautify blending;
Jing jing jing! Jing jing jing!jing jing jing!
You run holding inviting with those feet, softer;
So sacred and too pleasing; you’re one beholder;
You’re too ornamental passionate; one protector.
Khongji O khongji! The fittest of the standard;
The worthy savior; the choice of the mothers’ mother;
You’re supreme decorative jewelry; one lucky costume;
Doesn’t matter what price you tag?
Doesn’t matter how heavy you weight?
You’re one emotion; you’re body itself;
You’re one love adoring warmth; so loyally guarding;
Rich and poor; you consider and you’re a uniform;
Doesn’t matter how you shape? Twisting and buckling;
Scratching and fastening; securing and tightening;
Certain and sounding; fixing and bonding;
Jing jing jing! Jing jing jing! Jing jing jing!
Those kicking blessed foot: white and soft witnessing watch;
A smile to hold on; contemplating Mother’s pride;
You’re each child’s possession; you age and you retire;
You aren’t too strange dubious; still you’re a promise.
