Ima-Our Mother



                      
Sabitri Heisnam (LEFT) in the play 'Pebbet' at Northeastern Hill University Shillong,  Meghalaya  

  
       Ima:  A verse in dedication of Ima Sabitri Devi

The harmony of humanity in her lips
Ima swirled like magic
A child like playfulness springs her toes

Ima brought us warmth and surprise
Offering us her harvest of joy
We must be selfish not to understand Ima’s love

Tightfisted to embrace the language of the heart
The cacophonic insanity of our virulent civilization has drowned her melody
Ima, oh Ima, weep no more

I shall awake free from this memoir of terror
To kiss the harmony on your lips
To welcome this morning that shall be no man’s property



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