Eyes Walking On Manipur Streets

Durga Prasad Panda writes a poem on Manipur.


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Breasts, too, have eyes
That hardly open, copper brown

And protruded round.
Like the eyes of a newborn

Baby, they can’t tolerate
Too much of daylight.

If they had their ways
They would have seen the entire world

In a blink. Instead, like Gandhari,
They chose a self-imposed blindness.

May be it is better this way. Because
Whenever breasts open their fiery eyes

As they did, walking naked
In broad daylight on the streets

 Of Manipur, the whole of mankind
 Simply burns into ashes