Ayangti Longkumer: Summary of 'To The Leader '

Dear Readers,

Due to the high demand for the summary of, To The Leader. Thanks to the SCERT, Nagaland. I, as the 'concerned' poet has decided to present to you the much awaited summary. Please have a look and if you like my work then kindly subscribe to my blog, it keeps me going. Thank you!

Summary

To The Leader, is one of the poems from the Magic Quill, an anthology of hundred poems written by Ayangti Longkumer in 2014. To The Leader, was written in the backdrop of the political scenario when the morals and the administrative abilities of the leaders were questioned by the people, although it was not spoken out loud.

This poem is not a moral preaching opined by the author, rather it represents the inner consciousness of the common people. It is more like a request made to the leader who has been elected but is yet to occupy his/her office. Hence, it is a preface of the duties expected from the leader.  No doubt they expect the leader to lead them but at the same time, they want their leader to be teachable, someone who will have the positive disposition against all odds. However, the common people expect the leader to understand their needs and aspirations not in a Messiahic fashion as they too are aware of the limitations.

This poem is also like an instruction to the leader who warmly reciprocates the advice given by the people. A humble, wise, patient and understanding leader who does not have an inflated ego is considered best for governing the people. Thus, they expect their leader to inculcate these virtues. Braveness and integrity is the sword and shield with which the people want their leader to be armoured with because the leader is the collective image of the people. And as long as she/he is standing tall nothing can befall upon them.

The Lyrics for Present Nagaland

the lyrics for Nagaland at the moment, 

corrupted is the state, high unemployment rate,so hard to fade.

then there are lives of people who dare to err. 

the lonely girl who listens to 100 sad songs, using cheap headphones, no affection, just ear infection.

the closet gay who has the largest crush on that hot youth pastor the lover of his sister.

 the cheap hipster trying to stay relevant but no texts, spinning around its own axis.

parents hate you, siblings mistreat you, everyone is dead, you read. 

a widow in 2 months, an ex-lover tomorrow, losing two jobs in a row. 

the carriage of your womb might have led to miscarriage, you might never have tiny ones to share your last name and blame. 

might be a loser in all the fields, and it feels like nothing left to be filled. 

might be depressed nothing left to impress.

life might be one tiny illusion with no solution.

but the Book says, God lives in you, the strength lies you.

happy days are gone, but good-byes are pre-hellos.

x

these days

these days, 

i don't write like I should.

my urgency to smoke is hitting me back.

 only my true friends keep in touch.

i am loving the story of Job even more.

these days,

corruption in Nagaland is becoming mighty apparent.

when you are too good for a partner or a job, they leave you.

 a cry for help is mocked as ' a cry for attention'. 

everything can be bought, we just have to know the price.

these days, 

it is easy to misunderstand than to understand.

 we use people and treasure condom.

 cheap publicity is the substitute for talent.

 it is easy to correct than to solve. 

these days,

we forget and forgive as per our gain.

we are becoming jealous perverts. 

we love obscenity and condemn the pure art.

it's all about I, me, myself.