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....
The Sky Breaks, the State Breaks Down: Summer in Manipur Is All About the
Unbearable Political Climate
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*Some places have winters of discontent; Manipur, it seems, has summers of
despair. The recent total shutdown, endorsed by Arambai Tengol, was met
with t...
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