{"id":9159,"date":"2015-09-08T08:00:45","date_gmt":"2015-09-08T08:00:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9159"},"modified":"2015-08-17T09:37:24","modified_gmt":"2015-08-17T09:37:24","slug":"amlanjyoti-goswami","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/amlanjyoti-goswami\/","title":{"rendered":"Amlanjyoti Goswami"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Emperor<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The emperor stands at the roadside, grinning<\/p>\n<p>He wears a ready smile,<\/p>\n<p>And dusty, once black shoes.<\/p>\n<p>On his shoulder, the weight of the world,<\/p>\n<p>A yellow satchel of homework.<\/p>\n<p>He is only fourteen.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sucks at cricket, runs his feet around<\/p>\n<p>A football, often gets passed by.<\/p>\n<p>We do not see his blue blood.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Had the Ahom kings lived on,<\/p>\n<p>Our Moyukh would one day be<\/p>\n<p>King of the World<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It is funny, he would say, from his perch,<\/p>\n<p>A tree branch, by the street.<\/p>\n<p>Watching how things turned out.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Amlanjyoti Goswami<\/strong>\u2019s poems have appeared in <em>The Caravan, Mint, IQ: The Indian Quarterly, Indian Literature<\/em> (<em>Sahitya Akademi), The North East Review<\/em> and<em> The Poetry Shed<\/em>. His stories have been published by <em>Himal SouthAsian <\/em>and<em> Papercuts: Desi Writers Lounge<\/em>.\u00a0 He grew up in Guwahati, Assam and lives in Delhi.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Emperor &nbsp; The emperor stands at the roadside, grinning He wears a ready smile, And dusty, once black shoes. On his shoulder, the weight of the world, A yellow satchel of homework. He is only fourteen. &nbsp; Sucks at cricket, runs his feet around A football, often gets passed by. We do [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9159","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9159","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9159"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9159\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9161,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9159\/revisions\/9161"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9159"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9159"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9159"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}