It is indeed a narrow space.
Holding tightly,
it바카라s squeezed and turned
to whatever direction.
Nobody is complaining
but bearing all pain.
I started it, they do it again.
Turning enough,
the pointedness has disappeared;
and the two faces are widening.
No narrow space is left now.
Slowly and spontaneously,
it widens, turning into an open sky.
Here comes a venue of vultures.
For them, they think-
it바카라s the dawning of
their dark passage.
Then, they begin to dance.
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O friends and companions!
Come, let바카라s go
in quest of better food
and for a better future.
But forget not
-the crocodile바카라s tear.
When the big vultures speak,
the little ones turn into adolescents,
flapping their wings,
making a loud laughter,
hoping they will survive.
O human beings!
How timid you are!
You might be squeezed while you바카라re asleep;
but don바카라t let it be while you바카라re awake.
Behold!
The two palms are joining,
that too with unexercised power.
The heads are stooping,
and that바카라s the tradition too.
The sweet words may be deceptive,
but the hearts indulge in laughter,
and a pause interrupts it.
바카라What바카라s the reason!
O vulture,
dare you say?바카라
The vulture replies,
바카라You think-
the world is yours.
Better rethink-
before it바카라s late.
We바카라ve flown all around the earth.
The world바카라s in nobody바카라s palm.
Like a beggar,
you move from door to door
for a mound of rice.
Thus, you beg and depend;
tireless 바카라 you are in begging,
how low you바카라ve become!
Life is prestigious,
but irony is what we see.바카라
So, scoffs the vulture.
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바카라Where do the humans proceed?
Their legs and hands are
fresh, handsome and capable;
and the fingers are more attractive.
Lo! How terrible it is!
Their legs are cut off
just for a mound of rice;
their hands are gone too
in exchange of a meal.
What a miserable scene we see!
Never have we behaved like you.
To live a longer life
Go around and find healthy food.바카라
Thus, suggests the vulture.
Speaking human language,
flapping its wings,
then, it flies away,
not to be seen again.
This poem, translated from the original in Meitei by Nirupama, was composed for a pre-election poetry recital event titled Ethical Election, organised by Youth Collective Manipur.
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