Control
🠶 This poem is a translation of Thangjam Ibopishak’s Khoodoom Chanba. It was originally published in the collection Shrimati Tomcha Babu, published by the Writers’ Forum Imphal in 2007. I had also rendered a similar nonsense poem Eigi Marup Mr Bush, from the same book, as My Buddy, Mr Bush in this blog. The previous post was also from this favourite poet.
Khoodoom Chanba connotes putting something under control. A fantastic movie, Change, on Joy Division’s vocalist Ian Curtis (starring Sam Riley), inspired me to use this title.
For all the politicians and ministers and MLAs
For all the countless criticism in my writing
For all of them—I have started feeling afraid;
For something to scribble I have chosen,
Now I would rather write
About the dogs and the cats
About the the donkeys and the cows,
I would write odes for them.
The politicians nev’r bark at me,
The commissioner and the secretary and the director
They never scratch at me, my skin,
Bite me;
What should I worry about them?
Never I know though, who picked my pocket!
However, I have a problem—
Never I know why this devil dog
This dog belongs to Oinam Chaorel
This dog barks at me, always
It gives me a chase and tries to bite me
He barks at me when it hears me, hears me coming;
Oh, pity me!
A man so different am I,
What do I smell different?
Never have I known the reason,
But I do know the reason
Why I should control this dog;
So, I went and got some food from the mart
I got the food to control this dog.
Nowadays, it has stopped barking
It only wags its tails; delightfully,
It crawls on me when I’m lying down
Like a shameless woman;
How nice, though, ‘tis!
And the devil dog
It lowers its hinds
It bends its back
And it pisses on my bald head.
‘Shrimati Tomcha Babu, I smell something different in you,’ barks Oinam Chaorel’s dog. Image: The Lonely Dog by George Hodan | Courtesy: Public Domain Pictures |
Read: Dystopian Satire in Thangjam Ibopishak’s Poetry by Ph Sanamacha Sharma (International Journal of English Language, Literature and Translation Studies)
🕮 Thangjam Ibopishak’s poems on this blog
- Eigi Marup Mister Bush | My Buddy, Mr Bush
- Khoodoom Chanba | Control
- Mee Tangkhaigi Leibaak | In the Land of Half-People
- Eini Siriba Nipa Ase | I’m the Dead Man
- Bharatki Nongmei Maruda Sijage | I Want to be Killed by an Indian Bullet
- Letter Box | Letter Box
- Hayingkhongyambi | Of the Housefly
- Angang-gi Eesei | The Children’s Song
- Bhootki Leibak | The Land of Ghost
- Apaiba Thawai | The Flying Soul
- Mang Lallonba Amasoong Kabi | The Poet & the Merchant of Dreams
- Mee Tangkhaigi Leibaak | In the Land of Half-People
really liked the flow and continuity in the poem..
ReplyDeleteit started with a thought and it proceeds smoothly..
loved the conclusion :)
Thank you. You would love his poems in colloquial lingo, but you got to learn how to read Manipuri for that. Try it...it would be worth the effort!
ReplyDeleteI don't know how much justice I have done to this piece...it is just for the sake of passion.