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Her Richness

By :  Dr Nunglekpam Premi Devi
Independent Scholar

She hold her sleekly hair’s bun so tightly,
She’s seems all ready for a life journey plentiful;
She grasped her bags one and two sack fully,
Ah! She wondered roaming around hither and thither;
Her pace sweeter one and two and three smaller;
She walked so elegantly sophisticated neat;
On those muddy lane; by the side of Naga mapan;
Over those stone pavement wet and slippery;
Her foot dramatically classic as she holds her sleeper;
Losing her decorous fitting peeping mud between,
Her feet cultured a unity; pure and clear;
She’s soft and she’s all weak tired and sweating;
She walked so elegantly not taller but bending,
She’s feeble so livelily, one weak soul speaking;
She eyed upon me and other, never resting.

Her fitting “phanek” up held so high tightly;
She moves a peahen’s step, as she holds herself back;
So puny, so lightly, so little and so sturdy;
As she holds both her sacks tightly and fully;
Heavy and full she carried along; clothes and raged;
No winds can sweep away from her clutches;
No man could seize away from her beholding;
She speaks her voice out heart-rending;
As she knocked me over by her way to mine;
She stood half tall and half bending mesmerizing;
Eye upon eyed I flagged a texture ‘vowing down”;
Oh! The mother, you’re stronger than anything,
No storm and no thunder could ever make you dirty;
“Will you buy this for me” she declared approaching,
“I want to go back home” she uttered maintaining.

Looking back towards her I stood firmly;
Ah! Wonderful, prepossessing she looks at me;
Aged! No matter how she’s, she’s short but magnetic;
I smiled as I walked and stopped by her “yes I’ll buy”;
“Give me 10 Rupees, take all these fadigom”
“It’s very hot and I want to go back home” she told me,
How captivating she was! I stood all of sudden;
Without a sentence I felt so interested blessing;
Her ‘bundles’ dried up in the air scattering;
Scented over her hand she flopped again and again;
Her eyes all withered drooping loose;
Her lips wilted pink as she mentioned;
She walked professed as she maintains,
Her ‘inaphis’ loosing around her waist;
“I want to go back home” she uttered maintaining.

Rinku Khumukcham

Rinku Khumukcham, Editor of Imphal Times has more than 15+ years in the field of Journalism. A seasoned editor, was a former editor of ISTV News. He resides in Keishamthong Elangbam Leikai, with his wife and parents. Rinku can be contacted at [email protected] 

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