Old Woman


By M.B. Meme

Black solid
drinks up the night
and climbs into the pit
of the pot.

Children
fly kites
catch butterflies
in dreams like reality.

Her face lightens up
When she finds the walking stick,
desires to awaken the morning
when she hears
being called
in the sound of
her grandchild’s anklet.

(Translated from Manipuri by Thoithoi O’Cottage)

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