Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










PRAYER FLAGS (2) by Mamang Dai

The wet mountain road.
This is where we spent all our time
wondering if we would get across.

Someone planted a prayer flag in my heart.
Green- living, yellow- earth,
white-clouds, and juniper incense
mingled with the blue left by a sea
that once owned this land.

Perhaps the storm will blow it down
someday, when it has halted the wind
a thousand times.

We found each other yesterday
after they told us the past is over.
Now we are floating smudges of colour
flying high over the mountain barrier.