Magical* By Kynpham Sing Nongkynrih And Rimi Nath Poem by Kynpham Sing Nongkynrih

1.The tree, the hill, the cloud
They know about my strong death wish
My unnatural fears
My fears of living

You are frightened by lovers.
Men are unpredictable.
They may ask for your soul
and leave you in the lurch.

Your poetry has neither been shaken
nor stirred by the great passions.

You prefer a communion with nature,
who returns your feeling in equal measure.

2.And I know about their never-ceasing efforts
To nurture me
I fear you will become a tree, a hill, a cloud

What if I were the rain
that drenches you
with the great love I feel for you?

What if I were the sun
that gives you bright,
sunny days for always?

What if I were a tree
that gives you all you need?

3.I fear the calm they have wrapped me in
Will now rest upon you

What if I were a brook
where you can slake your thirst
and cleanse your soul?

What if I were a sweet, gentle breeze
that kisses you endlessly?

Transformed into the summer grass,
would you lie with me then?

I have created a world
where I can live after death.
The woman in that world,
nebulous of shape until now,
has become you.

4.I fear the paradise you have built
Will leave a sense of yearning
To belong
To find
To live


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*‘Magical' is the result of two poems merged together. The poems, ‘To Live' and ‘Transformation', were written by Rimi Nath and Kynpham Sing Nongkynrih respectively. Living miles apart, writing at the same time, the poets were unaware that they were writing similar poems. It was only much later that they discovered their uncanny resemblances. Their thoughts are the same; their feelings are the same; their words are like peas in a pod. That was when they decided to merge them as ‘Magical'. The numbered stanzas are Rimi's. The rest are Kynpham's. Rimi is an assistant professor in the Department of English, North-Eastern Hill University. Her poems have appeared in several national journals.