Wake up Irom. Take your pen and paper. Write a
poem.
Break down the stagnancy of our ancient
conscience.
The coming days are yours and ours. I swear
precision.
Only the dreamers are welcome. It’s nuance.
Wake up Irom, wake up. A year changes itself every
year.
The New Year will start up in a new way
altogether.
Listen carefully, the footsteps of the men in
uniform will no more
Collapse the nights and the harmony of the paddle
of the weaver.
The boy went out of home in the morning will come
back right
With a smiling face in the evening. Dreams on his
eyelid.
No fear, no fear, no loss of humanity any more,
everything alright.
Just like Ghalib, Kankhowa speaks the same, oh
Ghalib! Its right-
The go down will not entertain scarcity of grains
before the year’s end.
It is always good to think such things to keep
content your mind.
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