Summer is the time for
Burnt offerings made to a Sun
That cannot look at you
Without sucking you dry.
That smile, that burns
In its scorching benevolence:
Truly derisive
In it's universal bonhomie-
Its complete impartial indifference.
You are merely another.
And he likes you, well and good.
It is only your folly
If you dry yourself up in vain
Every Summer.
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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