There is no one home.
Yes I have tested.
I have been reading, watching the leaves fall.
There used to be no phone those days.
My son is away
As if this is war.
But this is what we did to them
Penned them in.
Now we do it to each other.
We are isolated atoms reacting
Like billiard balls that strike for no reason
But to call time.
Looks like evening
When the next update will come
How many down how many still up
How many fighting
An unseen unknown enemy.
Amlanjyoti Goswami’s poetry has been published around the world, in India, Nepal, Bangladesh, Hong Kong, the UK, USA, South Africa, Kenya and Germany, and in the anthologies, 40 under 40: An Anthology of Post Globalisation Poetry (Poetrywala), A Change of Climate (Manchester Metropolitan University, Environmental Justice Foundation and the University of Edinburgh) and the Sahitya Akademi Anthology of Modern English Poetry. His recent collection of poems, River Wedding, has just been published by Poetrywala and has been widely reviewed. His poems have also appeared on street walls of Christchurch, exhibitions in Johannesburg and buses in Philadelphia. He has read in various places, including in New York, Delhi and Boston. He grew up in Guwahati, Assam and lives in Delhi.