TODAY -
To the Muse
Herojit Philem *
The night is dark
As if there is no luminous object
Yet, I climb up the steep mountain
To court with you
With my broken rhyme
As I peep through the letters
Of my imagination
I find you sleeping.
The whole night
In the backyard of your house
I waited for you.
The waiting let me forget
The chill of winter
When you wake up
The dawn stretches its arms
To take you away
But I cut the arms
And I brought you home
Wrapped with a white sheet
Tainted with blood.
* Poem written by Herojit Philem for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on December 30 2018 .
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