When You Sign|Naga Accord|Poem|Isaac Inkah

If you think the time is ripe

I pray you to think again.

If you think the paper

That you are about to sign

Will guarantee us enduring peace

I hope you think again.

When you are signing on behalf of me

Can you see word by word?

Read it out loud

Memorise it if you can

Even the commas

Lest you forget.

Whether you are signing with pen or thumb

I hope the ink is blue

And your thumb mark is unblemished

If you are going to sign with some hesitancy

If at all,

I wish you tell me.

Or can you sign it only when it is crystal clear?

Like when you see your feet underwater.

When you are in that closed room

Far from home

And bereft of sunshine

Remember beyond that artificial light

There is sunshine with a rainbow

Waiting for you.

Finally, when you sign

Remember your people like me

Who sits at home

Somewhere in that promised Nagalim

With just hopes and dreams.

Isaac Inkah