If the first confusing feeling
Is poetry,
Then you are my first poetry.
But ...
What color of poetry you are?
This poem which was published in Shillong Bihu field
to the Central Library...
Those lonely lanes in Harisabha to
Those thin cables of telephone.
And those which were read by
Sleepless nights and confusing day lights
And...
The eagerness of meeting you
And the pain of its disappointment.
So what color of poem you are?
You seem to be the nadir of your kind.
The poem which could not be understood
By the poet himself.
