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Poetry at Sangam

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Monday we met for the first time.

Tuesday we thought, here’s a soul that would latch on to mine.

Wednesday we fell in love. So much so

Thursday we spoke of tomorrow.

Friday. Tomorrow came. We fought all day.

Saturday you went away

Sunday I waited for your return
 

Monday I fight fascism

Tuesday I fight fascism

Wednesday I fight fascism

Thursday I fight fascism

Friday I fight fascism

Saturday I fight fascism

Sunday I think either I or fascism dies

There can be no compromise

Monday, if I live, perhaps you will return…
 
 
 
← Lalnunsanga Ralte