Dream versus life
Y Indira *
Weltering I'm fancyful in the multi-storeyed
In reality, mine is a cottage thatch-roofed.
Patting gently on the head
How high am I being held,
In brief, it's scolding, abusing me.
Dishes delicious ever I'm eating
But what I've, in truth, is but dry loaf.
I'm plying smiling in a car
At stops the driver is to the door opening and closing
In reality, the rickshaw driver is asking me to get down.
In such a department so big
Ain't I a boss in command?
Cling ... rush to the Boss I'm used to.
It's a country where genocide is unknown
But in fact, not a single day goes without killing.
Beholden are the meek, tender halves with loving cares
Yet they are, in truth, being constantly entangled.
'We like peace','We love peace' - on lips do they serve
Venom is yet hidden in their hearts - out it they blow!
Nightmared I'm between dream and life
Shortlived are dreams, really transitory,
Sacrosanct is purity - a permanent 'Is'
To be - that is always perfect.
Manipuri: Manglan amasung Taibang
Translated by: N B Konjengba
* Poem written by Y Indira for Hueiyen Lanpao
This poem was webcasted on April 20 2015.
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