Poem: The Hills & The Howling of Owl
Borendra Lal Tripura
Oh my hill,
My ever sweet hill,
An the Jum crops field
in the green tracts that always lean
And the rhythmic tunes of the dancing water falls,
Thou always look like a portrait
That fills me with dreams.
The green vegetation spreading
Unto the far-leaned horizon
The touching sky and the hilly tract
Seems like a gentle child
Sleeping in the mother’s lap.
The drinks party of the adults at nightfall,
The controlling of attire of the hill-women,
A the Jum-field during the respite of work,
And the showering of girls in waterfalls at the dawn,
The dances at festive nights and the songs
With organic tunes of sumbur, daangdung,
The taakdum taakudum rhythm of dhul
All make me restless with warm conclusion.
My obsessive desire wants to shake the hills once
With a shrill cry, with an appeal
Stopping all the hilly rivers,
And the dances of the waterfalls-
Please adorn my green hillls
With her rinai, with her risa
With the attire of peace
And let us live our lives in our own style.
The hill people dreamt to drink amrita nectar,
To wear a safe-guard in their wrists;
Worshiping, starving and sacrificing year twenty six
With sleepless nights that were about to bring
The divine blessings.
But the dream is fading and vanishing,
As the torn out bed-mat is pinching.
The internecine fight-
The killing of brothers and fathers
Has brought legendary Porshuram back
In the hills, and the fear spreads out.
And the big boy’s mouse-trapping
Scaring all the white pigeons away.
The owl is howling again in the hills,
It’s severe omen!!
Endless sorrow is crashing over
So, be aware brothers and sisters! Be aware!!
sumbur – flute, daangdung – mouth organ made of cane, rinai – costume of Tripura women to be worn in the lower part of the body, risa – costume of Tripura women to be worn on head and breast, porshuram – legendary figure described in the Mahabharata who killed his father and suffered.
The Rebel and a Painting – 2008