TODAY -
Haze
Echel Achom *
I see tulips,
The flowers waving their petals
As if sharing a secret.
And then I don’t see them
I see another vivid image
But it disappeared before I could register it
I see grass
But why is the grass stained blood red
I hear a soft whisper
Or maybe it’s not real
Maybe nothing is real
In my dreams, I hold a knife.
* Poem written by Echel Achom for The Sangai Express
The writer is a Class- VII student of KV Lamphel, Imphal
This poem was webcasted on 18 December 2025 .
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