PLOT NUMBER TWO
UNDERGRADUATE LITERARY JOURNAL


THE CANOPY IN THE SKY


Fengkha Daimary
English Department, NEHU

Will the white rolling clouds that grace

The green hills and the blue valleys be enough

To shroud my unvoiced thoughts

Or will they be blown away with a flurry of the wind?

 

Like the way the ground overflows with rain,

Filling potholes up to the rims,

Can I drench poetry with my thoughts

Or will it float along in rivulets, forceful and electric?

 

Like the traffic and humdrum of the city

At its peak in the dusky time of the day

Will my words be scattered among the blinding lights

Or will they find a solitary solace in the crowd?

 

Like the hills with their varied shades of green,

Creating a canopy in the sky

So is my soul of one colour,

But stroked with unfamiliar shades.

 

Like the myths and folktales

Engraved deep in its soil,

Will my voice stay strong and rooted

Or be buried deep amongst others?

 

Like the echoes of the night

Will I just fade into the dark

Or be a spectre, lingering, an echo of me

In the echo of what this place used to be?