I look down at my hands,
The are flesh and blood.
I look in the mirror,
Yes there is a reflection there.
I touch the wall-no I am not a ghost.
But something must be wrong..
Something unnatural with me.
How else can you not see
Even when I stand
Right in front of you?
Am I invisible?
The power of invisibility-
A good one I'd thought...
But now that I'm invisible
I don't know how I'll make you see.
Maybe I'm a leaf lost in the trees
But even when I fall into your hands
You don't see me.I'm tossed away crushed,
To float in the wind...
Am I a wraith? An empty space?
Dust blown away without a trace?
You see the wispy clouds, the lines in the sand
But you can't see me
The power of invisibility.
A good one I'd thought...
But now that I'm invisible,
I don't know how I can make you see....
More Than a Game: Cricket, Identity, and Politics
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nationalism and colonial legacies in India vis-à-vis Manipur
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