Monthly Archives: May 2022

The Last Line

By Navakanta Barua

The last man in the procession
Knew not
He was in the front line
Of a new procession

In the last line of my poem
I see the first line
Of a new poem

Till I'm able to begin my final poem
You'll go on penning
My new poems

After your last line
Unknowingly I'll begin
         Your very poems

[Translated by Krishna Dulal Barua]

Click here to read the original Assamese poem.

Navakanta Barua (b.1926-d.2002) was a prominent Assamese poet, novelist and translator.

Krishna Dulal Barua is a prominent translator and writer based in Nagaon, Assam. He received the Katha Award for translation in 2005. He can be reached at

The Poet

By Jyotiprasad Agarwala

Being a visionary 
Flying among the white clouds
And becoming a butterfly 
Flying from flower to flower 
In the morning and sunset 
I donot want to forget
The stark reality rude,
Neither do I want to forget 
My duty austere.
Away from the earth 
Away from the dust and dirt 
I donot want
To get lost
In dream and delusion.

[Translated by Ananda Bormudoi]

Click here to read the original Assamese poem.

Jyotiprasad Agarwala (b.1903-d.1951) was a noted poet, songwriter, playwright, film maker and freedom fighter of Assam.