In the arms of little sister

By RK Lakhi Kant The little girl called her brother who, barely begun to walk, is at play; “Come son, come. We’ll go back home now,” – placing him close

By RK Lakhi Kant

The little girl called her brother who,
barely begun to walk, is at play;
“Come son, come. We’ll go back home now,” –
placing him close to her chest.

I heard words like these
first among the Manipuri people
when times were better in Manipur
and I was visiting the place.

Coming forth from a
poverty-stricken little girl
in New Delhi’s village neighborhood
it was not so much of a surprise for me.

I never looked down on the
Indian poor ’cause I was sure
they are capable of something better;
something with verve, meaning to life.

Respect, where adoration would
have done ordinarily, attracted my mind;
Sigh! Long since I heard
loving culture-intrinsic words like these.

How forth does the cultural transformation come!
Where from do these sweet words occur!
Freedom means to listen to such likeable words!

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