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Farmers gather in 2021 to mark the first anniversary of their protest against the controversial farm laws at Pakora Chowk near Tikri border on the outskirts of Delhi Farmers gather in 2021 to mark the first anniversary of their protest against the controversial farm laws at Pakora Chowk near Tikri border on the outskirts of Delhi I Just Hate (A Performance Poem)

I don’t hate my community of origin–Lotha-NagaI just hate the patriarchy that suffocated meI don’t hate my country of origin—IndiaI just hate how they always made me very small as a tribal woman.I don’t hate my present home—EuropeI just hate how long years of Colonial Privilege haveblinded many into believing that they are a superior raceI don’t hate—MyselfI just hate how I gave power to all these forces to define mylife for so longspingold

Rōzumarī Samsāra, Nagaland

(Rōzumarī Samsāra is a renowned poet and performance artist from Nagaland. She is the author of Memoriographia, a collection of poems, and is now working on her second poetry book. This poem is from my poetry collection, Memoriographia published by Heritage publishing house (Dimapur))

First came the scream of the dyingin a bad dream, then the radio report,and a newspaper: six shot dead, twenty-fivehouses razed, sixteen beheaded with hands tiedbehind their backs inside a church . . .As the days crumbled, and the victorsand their victims grew in number,I hardened inside my thickening hide,until I lost my tenuous humanity.

I ceased thinkingof abandoned children inside blazing hutsstill waiting for their parents.If they remembered their grandmother’s talesof many winter hearths at the hourof sleeping death, I didn’t want to know,if they ever learnt the magic of letters.And the women heavy with seed,their soft bodies mown downlike grain stalk during their lyric harvests;if they wore wildflowers in their hairwhile they waited for their men,I didn’t care anymore.

I burnt my truth with them,and buried uneasy manhood with them.I did mutter, on some far-off day:“There are limits”, but when the daysabsolved the butchers, I continue to liveas if nothing happened.

—Translated from Manipuri by the poet

Robin S Ngangom, Manipur(Robin S Ngangom is a bilingual poet and translator who writes in English and Manipuri. He has co-edited two significant anthologies of poetry from Northeast India. His latest bookspingold, My Invented Land, appeared in 2023)

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