brightness of a day

fakes like a Bollywood movie

old monk in my tea


 at Irongmara

July is on siesta

only crows socialise


tea pot falls

on the wooden floor.

does not break


 ten nude mothers scream

on a cold day at Imphal

“army men, rape us”

i can be

the green frog that jumps

in haiku

Goirick Brahmachari lives in New Delhi, India. He hails from Silchar, Assam. His poems have appeared in North East Review, Nether, Pyrta Journal, Raedleaf Poetry, Coldnoon Quarterly and The Four Quarters Magazine.

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