Poems from ngopes
One Afternoon
The droplets of water run down the tarmac and
into the river,
turning the ground wet in mud.
I parked my Honda suv along...
The morning light pours in,
through the chink in the roof,
a lace-like pattern on the veranda.
I watch my grandmother milk the white jersey...
We wrapped a long length of red holy cloth around
his body, slung him between two green bamboo poles and
carried him to the edge of the...
When exams are over, and summer begins
we become more active and trim down a bit
‘Over a period of ten minutes I saw them become violent...
Towards evening, I run a strand of tinsel across my veranda
its loose ends rustling in the wind.
My mother decorates the main door with...