In Her Last Phone Call by Abhijit Sarmah | Poetry Magazine
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mother hopes to tell me more about
Share Currently, the northeast Indian state of Manipur is in turmoil. Not account-ing for undocumented deaths, an increasing estimate of 200 people are dead from the outbreak of violence between two ethnic communities: the Meiteis and the Kukis. mother hopes to tell me more about tree-root trails, melodies woven out of winds roaring down our ricefields on winter afternoons & the soft pattering of a dying fawn’s hooves. it’s a rainy night in her city of flaking frescos, the last lot of bulbuls on the infinite cables are gazing at a mustard-yellow sky, lonely for a lazy summer sunrise. she gentl
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