Khammoun Phukan - Where The River Ends

My grandpa's bones are fossilized here.

When my mother was making white tea
My grandmother was listening
The song of an unsolicited land
If there was a war
Between the two rivers and for one land.

Why are you telling the story of a dead fish
The red river never cries
Still he hears my grandpa's voice
From the grave…
Where the river ends.

Khammoun Phukan

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