June descends
Like a blanket of stars,
Unassuming, unnoticed,
June in Manipur
Means trouble,
Those who live in the valley
Know so well.
June comes and the guns are loaded again
One wonders
If it’s the blurry heat
That ignites the blood of men.
One wonders
If the sticky air
Some strange reaction in our brain
Makes us less humane,
More terrible,
One wonders if
Children will ever go back to school again
If they will ever earn friendship
Like we did in our days
One wonders if
The end will come
To this illogical hatred,
Where men are killed each day
And bombs explode in public places
And bullets showers instead of rain
One wonders if
The lights will come all night,
And people can sing and dance at night
And young blood can attend thabal chongba
Without worrying parents lying sleepless
That a stray bullet might be their child’s fate
One wonders if
People can mind themselves,
Not spit on the roads,
Not use a gun to settle fights
And the boys, yes, boys not men
In khaki uniform and
Their cold metallic toy
Found lined up in every street
Will pick up a book instead.
Once June comes
The false calm crumbles
And people are but savages again
Ready to annihilate, destroy, ravage
Will this June be any different?
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