We were given a white emptiness
and left to our devices. Wanting more from life than
we tried to fill that emptiness with lush pigments,
beauty, purpose, a finishing touch of children.
We went looking for subjects in time and space
creating moments under cherry-trees, lifting glasses
but merely fulfilled the oracle of repetition
and then we speak of a wheel coming full circle.
The ignominy of geometry,
the inability to see beyond centres and triangles.
This is an extract from one of my favourite poems by a wonderful poet from my home city of Shillong. Robin Ngangom is known for his exquisite poetry and knack for words. To read the complete version of “The ignominy of geometry” , click on this link– http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ignominy-of-geometry/