The monsoon rain
drizzle in strings traversing the mountain-top,
as leaves sway in the bamboo grove
weathering with a frail sustain
the brawny breath of the wind.
Inside a crumbling hovel,
atop an aged bamboo cot;
sat a young lovely woman
warmly holding her babe close to the bosoms.
Through the slit on the broken roof
they slink past
tagging along each other –
the lashing spell of rain,
towards the mother and child.
Likened to glittery gold that endured the fervent heat,
on the dainty visage
stroke a tint of hope;
as she saw
the pleasing face of her child.
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(Translated by Poireinganba Thangjam from the original Manipuri poem 'Ingaagi Nongjulakta')
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