A Rose With A Sigh
( On the pathetic situation of Manipur)
Melody, the doleful sister twin;
Pulsate the vibrating turmoil,
Fill my cup of joy with tears. ( Or vice versa)
Oh! Trailing moods in ecstasy,
In the meadow of wild frenzy;
Counting the colours of the rainbow forever,
Flaming hearts in distant calls.
A rose with a wailing night,
Fragrance in the icy beads;
Trodden in frozen pavements,
A winter's tale, that is music.
In your birth,
A music was heard;
In my death...........
....... a poem is born.