Dont Ask Me How I Am

Don’t ask me how I am
Down the Kolong comes floating
A headless girl
For my corpse
Was lying for forty-two hours
On the pavement of Guwahati
For I’m open-eyed still
My death too has its eyes open
For in ditches—puddles rivers—lakes
Fish in shoals whisk about
Hey, ambling horsemen of mine.

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