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Having lost my independence How could I celebrate it Though I've sewn flags on cockeyed schooldays? Margins are superfluous in the big centre's book…
Robin S Ngangom is an Indian poet and translator from Manipur, North Eastern India. Biography Robin Singh Ngangom was born in Imphal, Manipur of North Eastern India. He is a bilingual poet who writes in English and Manipuri. He studied literature at St Edmund's College and the North Eastern Hill University Shillong, and serves as a Lecturer in the Dept. of English at NEHU. He is the Editor of New Frontiers, journal of the Northeast Writers' Forum, Guwahati, and is Nominating Editor for Manipuri for Katha Translation Awards, New Delhi. He was conferred with Katha Award for Translation in 1999, was invited to the UK for the UK Year of Literature and Writing, 1995, and the Udaya Bharati National Award for Poetry, 1994. His significant publications are Words and the Silence, Writers Workshop, Calcutta, 1988, An Anthology of New Indian English Poetry, Rupa & Co., New Delhi, 1993, Time's Crossroads, Disha Books, Orient Longman Ltd., Hyderabad, 1994, Khasia in Gwalia, Alun Books, Wales, 1995, A New Book of Indian Poems in English, Writers Workshop, Calcutta, 2000, Anthology of Contemporary Poetry from the Northeast, NEHU Publications, Shillong, 2003, Confronting Love: Poems, Penguin Books India Pvt Ltd, New Delhi, 2005, The Desire of Roots, Chandrabh'g!, Cuttack, 2006 His work has been featured in The Telegraph Colour Magazine, Calcutta; Debonair, Bombay; Chandrabh'g', Cuttack; Kavya Bharati, American College, Madurai; Poetry Chronicle, Bombay; Poiesis, Bombay; Indian Literature, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi; The Brown Critique, Maharashtra; The New Welsh Review, Wales; Kunapipi, University of Aarhus, Denmark; SWAG Magazine, Swansea, Wales; New Statesman & Society, London; Planet: The Welsh Internationalist, Aberystwyth, Wales; Verse, University of Georgia, Athens, US.)
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(a film on Kashmir by Sanjay Kak) The kite transforming into smoke lacing The chinars is not a symbol.…
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Because I couldn't examine it from close quarters Like Burton with his magnifying glass I worshipped it from afar. The body is never free of the human condition…
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The warning disguised as a message came before the village was up and about, and when they left they didn't carry pots or blankets…
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I’ve stopped going to funerals and marriages. Any public demonstration of grief or joy unnerves me. Solemnity withers me and I hate being genteel with a pinstripe and noose around…
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Hill, you and I have seen only upheaval since our birth. When I was torn from the universal womb I echoed your silent cry.…
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We believe we own them but In the evening of a street not a soul will be found. Only a few stars shuffling in the oily sky and Orange trees for neighbours.…
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(after Mario Meléndez) My native soil was created from tiny sparks that clung to grandmother’s earthen pot…
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First came the scream of the dying in a bad dream, then the radio report, and a newspaper: six shot dead, twenty-five houses razed, sixteen beheaded with hands tied…
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"It is never too late to come home." But I need a homeland where I can recognize myself, just a map or even a tree or a stone,…
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A sleepless night, a lovelorn night, and poetry arrived silent, to console my wounded being.…
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I remember only the detritus of schools which taught fear, where only nuns seemed to believe in the power of the written word and punishment.…
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The ignominy of geometry, the inability to evade angles and parallels. Living, we have to suffer that mortification which robs the sacrifice of joy…
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To your uneventful death, Pacha, the stones hurled at your demented name, and the doors closed on your life it is fitting that none mourn…
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A writer can survive without a car but a window with his palm feeling the breath of a street or a garden, a few weeping pens…