• Poem for Manipur

    Ananya S. Guha

    dogged valley
    your ribs are a cage
    the sloping mountains
    riddle you with the heavy past
    their blues trace your body
    to the ancientness of myths
    and even as a new script
    is grafted onto your people
    you fast for justice and death
    those chains, those fetters
    binding you deep
    to the rattle of guns impervious
    to your palaces and kings
    rice grows wild,
    men and women live,
    like cattle,
    and hills and valleys meditate
    in halting silence.
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    Ananya S. Guha is a writer based in Shillong. He works at the Indira Gandhi National Open University as a senior academic.

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