By Hem Barua
Here is our grandmother, eighty years old. Ignoring the scorching mid-day sun during summer And the devastating flood Ignoring winter cold alike She moves on with her flowing grey hair like jute. I met her and asked her, "What have you been looking for, Aita Bending over your stick And scrutinizing the ground?" Aita looked up to me Raising her pale eyes And told me one thing, "You will not understand my dear. I am looking for the lost twenty years of my youth and dreams Wondering if it perished in the dust of the road."
Translated by Ananda Bormudoi
Hem Barua (b.1915-d.1977) was a noted Assamese poet and politician.