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Rumour
A sparrow saw me naked
And flew away
Before I could bribe it,
Now I don’t know
What will be the rumour in this town
Then You Came
When spring left,
Love left the town
And everything looked so pale and sad
And I did not want to live.
My heart ceased to beat.
Then you came
In the month of May
Wearing little earrings
Of heart shape
One was mine
One was yours
I am from Imphal
Met an old man
He cried "I ran from Bihar
to Bangladesh during partition
then they called me Pakistani
Then I hitch-hiked all the way
To Pakistan
Just for them to call me refugee
Now I am here with no country to call mine"
He asked me what is your story
I said, ‘I am from Imphal’
Met a widow from Orissa
She cried, "they killed him
Inside the Church
For he served the lord all these years"
Met a man from Chattisgarh
He cried "I had a home in Lalgarh
They burnt it down
Raped my wife, killed the cattle"
They asked me what is your story
I said, ‘I am from Imphal’
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