Kynpham Sing Nongkynrih Poems

Do not ask me the whys and the wherefores;
poetry is anoetic; you might as well question the rooster
or the plums, why they put on spring blossoms.
But how and when poetry first came to me?
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Friends, kindred spirits, civilized people all…
I'm not here to defend evil or the Taliban.
“Behind the Veil” has exposed them as a
weird breed raising sabres against beards and TVs,
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Like Shelley with his “blithe spirit”
I have often tried to understand
this man who is named Kynpham.
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bee on a rain-wet floor—
after saving the bee, how
can I eat the cow?
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Sundori


Beloved Sundori,
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The madman of Laitumkhrah
goes to the local post office
to post his letter to the sky.
‘A letter to the sky, how much? '
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Deep inside a pine forest,
we sought the mountain.

Between Sohpet Bneng, our holy mountain,
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We groan under the weight of Corona
the disruptions it has brought
the fear it has instilled in every heart
the cruelties surging from that fear:
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For managing to love
an object of scorn,
they place around my neck
a garland of threats.
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Where I live
it is cold and dark inside.

So cold you never know
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