Manipur burns again

by Ananya S. Guha / January 8th, 2017

If I take a walk up
to the Kangla fort
what will I see
will I still see the women
selling vegetables
in softly dressed attire?
will the market still have
its humming bird tone?
or monotone?
or will I hear only
of bus burnt
and the whiff of curfew,
human bondage,
once again in skies
overcast with clouds
and women not singing
children not playing
Manipur burns again.
The Kangla fort, with the
King’s visage still not
outsmarted.

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India, where he was born and brought up. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for the last forty years. His poetry has been published in both electronic and print formats such as: Indian Literature, Other Voices, Osprey Journal, Glasgow Review, The Literary Nest, Up The Staircase, Asia Writes, Art Arena, Praxis Online, Muse India, Your One Phone Call, In Between Hangovers, The Peeking Cat Magazine, Post Colonial Text among others. He has also written widely on educational and social matters. He has ten collections of poetry and his poetry has been anthologized in various collections of Indian poetry in English. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding. Read other articles by Ananya S..

This article was posted on Sunday, January 8th, 2017 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.