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.
