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A Vision

By Nunglekpam Premi Devi
An Independent Scholar

 

She grows and she flaunts and she walks tall;

She bounce and she loves roaming hard;

She keeps and she possesses strong bewilders;

Her eras all in one go; her basement all inflicting;

Ah! She loves and loves hoping more like she hates being;

She dresses so decently, near and clean;

She plays  and she rides like she never been a woman;

Her taste like a tough rider's and her possible all possible;

She jumps and she's rough like a arrow against target;

She knows no boundary and she draws none attention. 

 

 

 

She hates being, being a woman self;

She hates being, being taken as a woman;

Her hairs so rough, short and sweet and oiled;

She walks and walks  no matter what so boldly;

Like a man in the family; she's being a boggy man;

Pants and shirts; trousers and shirts, all in one frame;

Her mental too tough to handle, like a pin she sharpens;

She physical, Ah! Her physical so mesmerizing active;

She laughed and be launched in her wilderness;

She blames none ; she loves being a man;

Her passion a damn graded egos tougher;

She finds 'herself' a worreier and she talks like a soldier. 

 

Love me and love me not; she bothers her security ;

Her wilderness bothers not evil good;

Her hairs short and tiny as she flips and flips;

Ah! Darling, she loves being care and be attending;

Missing a one time 'woman', not a sin created;

Culture and she moves a balance between, being and not being;

Her genuinity so masculine performing achieved;

Like a thunder, she sounds be brave and fearless;

'She and she isn't a she', she's a 'man';

She's a creativity; she's a 'tomman', she's a'tomboy';

Her egos too sweeter, her mansion's a stonestone. 

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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