To Adya Prasad Pandey from a Mother
*
Failure of Reason, Back to Wild
Oh beloved children of Manipur
Enthusiast learner of M. Varsity
Look in front, behind, left and right
Mothers stand to guard you
The spirits of grandmothers, great grandmothers surround you
Evoke the inward spirit and courage
To drive the evil force in you and the other one
Remember the 'mantra' of Epu Khonangtha who could
Subdue 'shantidas Lamboiba'and save him from
The arranged the mother earth cured his disease (Laithung)
Look up and see the Bright Divine Light
Of Atya Sidaba to lead you to your destination
Utilise the external spiritual force, to
To drive the evil spirit from the soil of Manipur
Try to flush the eyes of the Manipur CM
To enable him to see his own image
To save the BJP in Manipur
To evade the rise of the 3rd Women War
Oh arrogant spirit of Adya Prasad Pandey
You drank the sacred water of the great Ganga
And breathe the air of the great valley of Bharat
Better remember of the wisdom of ancient rising
You forgot everything of your own to extract
The mine of jewels gold and diamond of Manipur
Your foolishness is much attach to the Land of Jewels
Remarked by J.N. Nehru your beloved Neta
Sure you be born in Manipur as the devoted son of Manipur in your next birth
Better open your third eye see your brothers, sisters your students and children of Manipur.
Follow the dictate of your own conscience give obeisance to Shri Radh-Khrishna your creator
That will save you from ignorance (Maya)
Is not it good not to invite the Third Women War in Manipur
God bless you serve him for your good
Dear son, A.P Pandey, get ride off your ignorant
Buried your malice and variety that harmed you.
Throw out all your so-called degrees and pride for nothing
Nobody worried for wealth, jewels - ignore them all
Awake your wisdom and go to the Heaven, not to hell
God bless you
O Mother Manipur
Most unfortunate time ,
A Satan creeps unknowingly,
Into the Land of Jewels
Disguise in the form of a learned one
Assuming the person a wild dog
Cry for the failure of human reasoning
The root to be rooted out
But 'how', how' difficult to a deaf
Time will bring a doom to the guilty
No medicine for the wicked
Nothing can lost, God will do
His work, believe, believe it .
* This Poem was published at Imphal Times
This poem was webcasted on 21 June 2018.
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