By Beni Sumer Yanthan
What if I uproot you? If I uproot you from my heart, I would have spare breath to squander among the babel of crows that swaddles this wayward house. I would have space to house abandoned love songs that have been sleeping in the mouths of robins. I could take in the dead-silence that arrives at the end of a long day with a hard kiss, I would have room to shelter uncompanionable poems like this one that prickle with vulgar melancholia, I could describe every regret with digestible verbs without having to blame it on my foibles… I could break tradition – speak my mind, get worked up, pick the choicest meat from the table and hold it up as a homage to forgotten deities all in the presence of outraged men, without breathing in your scent - I could do all this and not allow anger to walk into our world but - Of what use is a republic, even if it’s a republic of one, if there is nothing inside of us.
Beni S Yanthan (Yanbeni) is a tribal, feminist poet and academic from Nagaland, India. She belongs to the Lotha tribe. She teaches English and Cultural Studies in Nagaland University, Kohima.
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