Shillong, in forlorn strangers you live
in misty legends, your nights they sing
in deep water lanes of shivering cold
desires and aloneness and stories untold
Who wants to go back to those years of rumours
of curfews, gun shots and black window covers
No we don’t need no shoot at sight
Shillong, we must stop this fight.
Shillong, you gave us memories we store.
Through Janice and Anjum and Rudy, we cull more
Shillong, you live in all of us,
All we hope is to live in you.
© Goirick Brahmachari. First published by RaedLeafPoetry-India 2013
Goirick Brahmachari works as a consultant for a policy research organisation in New Delhi India. He hails from Silchar, Assam. His poems have been published or are forthcoming from North East Review, Pyrta Journal, Coldnoon Quarterly and other Indian Journals. He currently serves as the website editor of Four Quarters Magazine.
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