Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

The water in the pond drying
For it turned into vapors.
In a few days
No water will be there.
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The rain came.
Eagerly all were waiting for it.
But a torrential fall
Over a few days
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The door
You did not know
I opened to you
During the cyclone
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A poor man's house
amid tall concrete houses.
The poor man
longing to live
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My old house stood
By a marsh
Surrounded by the bushes,
Covered with grasses and rushes.
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Tiny drops of tears
from the eyes of the little angel
clear and glittering like pearls
in the scorching summer
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Recently on a winter evening
during a leisurely drive along the Imphal- Dimapur National Highway
with my wife I remembered
my past journeys
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Unable to live
in the polluted water of the pond
the fish jumped up on the bank.
Yet unable to go anywhere
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On a foggy winter day
I wandered long
riding my bicycle
down the countryside.
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At the crossroad
I was knocked down
by the galloping horse.
Past me he sped
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Seeing your shabby portrait
of old age
I remembered once long ago
how you captivated me
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Holi Yaoshang arrived
filling the atmosphere
with festive mood.
Then joyously
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A little girl I saw
among the adults
in the marketplace
belonging to the tribe
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The sun is setting
The old man is in a haste.
But his pace slow.
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This night listening
to the melancholic song of tamna
(Tamna - a singing bird)
from the distance
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In that rainy night
near her home
at the distance
a lone electric lamp shone;
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In the cold winter morning
the village road was quiet.
Ricksaw puller Tolmu was then fast sleeping
on the grass at the roadside
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To defeat me
An emotion you created.
I fought it.
Then, you declared
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The rain is coming
But, they have gone
Leaving the things in a mess.
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