Please don't begrudge my little island of inconsequence;
Your hate is too important for the world to ignore.
After all, nothing else really mattered in history…
If I reek of insularity, it is my private island;
Since you have already come uninvited;
Stay here like a guest; enjoy the garden by all means;
But please do not try to change the colour of the flowers.
Bokultol, Guwahati,18th of March,2012.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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