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Dibrugarh, January 2022. 

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from Abhijit Sarmah’s Dying With A Little Patience (2020)

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To Dibrugarh by Abhijit Sarmah

(from The Voice Under Silence, 2016)

My town of clouds and river

Of terrifying minds and young dreams

Streets with some people

Good people smiling

Train tracks of dreamers,

High, happy, celebrating—

Us, themselves and the beauty.

So many poets were born

Under this clear blue sky

Dissolving incessantly

Into the dark stations

So many mad dreamers

At the edge of destiny stood

Facing—Mullah’s howls, circles of wind

And the harsh test of time.

Years go by, dreams fly away

And madmen get replaced

Years later, the dreamers

When come in search of themselves

Insult the beauty of my place.

My cold, wet, silent town

Shall see me walking every dawn

Adoring the dark side of life

When I too am gone.