Saturday, 15 December 2018

Poetry 2018, Featured Poet, Andrew Kai Hangsing

Suspended Roar

On deaf ears, our pleas fell;
Once again, we’ve derailed
And our roar for our share
Is suspended mid-air
Like the dust particles
Kicked up by vehicles –
Rising to some extent,
Reaching out to heaven
Until the wicked rain
Pulls them down to the drain –
Such is the fate of those
Who, in resentment, rose!
Were it Delhi, maybe,
We’d be easier to see!
Or is this Haflong’s fog
Thicker than all those smog?

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