In The Village| Ayangti Longkumer

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In the village, there is life even after broken dreams

A life so unique, pleasant and fine,

Little boys scare the ghost and laugh their bile out,

Mermaids dance in the river that runs through.

The housewife shouts, “one and two and three and plus” counting on the clothes to be washed,

There is a barber who has a style, his scissor moving from right o left,

The cobbler mends the shoe, and knows how to do the same with his life;

The sweeper with his magical broom dusts off piles of pain.

The marriage procession looks like a big rainbow,

The bride aptly a princess inside the palanquin;

The old granny looks at the mango tree, her mouth waters,

The old bird chirps, the dog barks, and the drunkard dances.

The school girls flash out their pretty teeth,

An old song plays on the radio, three voices accompany it;

The smell of the fried dishes fills the warm sky,

Looks like the world is at peace.

Ayangti Longkumer is the author of Magic Quill and The Winning Story.

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