Yearning for Life

By Windha Tera B Sangma

A beautiful nymphs enjoying cheerfully

Moving downward and upward suddenly

Started their tunes in frolic form

Frolicking on the leaves like stages

Some are on the flattened stems

Some are on the fresh air

Some are on the juicy flowers

Playful in its own time

Busy in their sounds and moves

Constructing their notes on special time. 

Man comes with a violent cut

Sweeping all the green path

Making all the green a barren land

Breaks all the trees spent by them 

Cutter comes and clears soft grass 

Skin all green with sharpen teeth

Oh! Greenland turn into barren land

How cruelly some got burnt?

How harsh some are forced to migrate

Some are blackened like a roasted in heat.

They are subjected to intense heat

Is there any better place for them?

They are like a forced wanderer 

Migrated with no clue to a new place

Stepping mean less walk in a heavy heart

Meanwhile, blacken land lasted for weeks

 Waiting for the rain to come in time

Oh!  Assign to give new life seed

Some stuffs started to sprout out

Few started to transfer in green

Bit by bit, they grow up in time

The diverse items rising unidentified

Air vibrated with impressive sound

Cicadas started to drum with morning sun

What a nostalgic sound to wear

The smell of breeze ringing with cicadas’ tune

Keep their uninterrupted loud sound

 Like a childlike sense of wonder

It hurts to be alive, oh! Crops 

You are still young and unknown

Your hands are still blank

You have to fill up your blank

Men are obsessed with product

No eyes to behold your beauty

The secret suits you wear now

Will unfold and come out in time

Expand and increase your product

As their actions are cruel

They will diminish if you are empty

Grow up! Rice

Grow up! Maize

Your items are more fruitful

It takes time to ripe

It takes time to harvest

Ripening rice burst into colors

Wistful yearning for happiness

Enlighten to see your confidence

You touch with soil- linker of lives

You have a wonderful background

You came out to be a handful of brown

Where would be the next place a man will come?

Yearning is deep and sad for animals

They will yearn for green mountains

The stubborn man will explore persistently

Men are preoccupied with money

So their actions will be harshly developed.

By Windha Tera B Sangma