Like Shelley with his ‘blithe spirit',
I have often tried to understand
this man named Kynpham.
How should I describe myself?
A son of a crab since I fail to suffer
my mother's temper, who, living in my
house treats me as one of her tenants.
An abusive husband since I decline to be tamed
in a matrilineal arrangement;
a devoted husband since beautiful women
are intimidating and no one knows,
I seek even now the woman who, if found,
would be the ruin of my life.
A wicked neighbour since I object to a toilet
built against my compound wall and even bark
at window-breaking locality boys.
A felonious councillor since I attend the village
dorbar* without a moustache; a guilty bystander
since I make myself as small as a mouse even when
riffraff and drunks are drowning out all reason.
A bad relation since I dislike
clan meetings and spurn playing
mother against aunt,
brother against brother.
An ‘evil' administrator since I forbid
the staff to come at noon
and depart just after noon.
A Vice-Chancellor's chamcha since I happen
to be a Public Relations Officer and the academia
cannot tell between personal and official.
A recalcitrant Indian since I am buried
too deep in my tribal roots and refuse to be
swept away by the Main Stream; a mutinous
Indian since I protest against army occupation,
uranium mining, influx and saffronisation.**
A counterfeit scholar, since I write
only poetry, working at a university.
A small-time poet since I cannot class myself
a small-town writer since this town judges books
by the weight and writers by their age.
A retrograde since I want trees on the hills,
birds in the woods, fishes in the streams;
a heathen, since I believe in sacred groves;
an atheist since I am not a Christian;
a heretic since I believe in the humanity
of my conscience.
An enemy of the human race since I believe
in animal rights and birth control; an advancer
of the Malthusian theory since I wish to include weapons
of mass destruction in the list of natural calamities.
A hopeless believer since I do not know what
is to be done with all that I believe; a hypocrite
since I pursue private dreams and, like a dog,
nod with the head and shake with the tail at everything.
I shall describe myself as that supreme diplomat:
‘I am who I am', and that is the ultimate enigma.
*Khasi village council. Traditionally, drunks and men
without a moustache are not allowed to participate.
**An attempt to apply fundamentalist Hindu principles to
important national policies.
complimenti, Kynpham! Un'altra bella poesia! another beautiful poem of yours.. I've really enjoyed..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well thought through introspective work. It speaks volumes of awareness and certain unfortunate realities Thanks for sharing, Sir Peace