The Glasses The glasses want to sit straight upon the nose The curious glance peeps from behind the glasses The glasses hide the hill of sorrows The dreamy town dances The glances behind the glasses Spray rays of sunshine and sunset Behind the Golden frame of the glasses Unhappy escapist eyes The glasses know the life span of eyes And where the mind resides The glasses can see Saline sorrows rolling down the eyes Breaking the veneer of vanity The glasses shield off eyes with ironic smiles Pain cannot tire the eyes Because of the glasses.
The Mirror To look at the mirror is to read an autobiography Looking at the mirror you can do away with illusions And events and incidents of history The lonely mirror is self contained With a sky above It teaches the uninformed And shows one a world of self love One mirror after another attracts They donot lie Takes one into confidence and whispers Who are you looking at? The mirror's silence is half understood There is a mirror in the city of dream The heart of the mirror is fragile It is not unhappy It has things to tell you It cannot articulate It wants to see something Beyond the charming world of dream and imagination.
Translated by Dr Ananda Bormudoi
Pronobi Gogoi is an Assamese poet based in Duliajan, Tinsukia. She has one collection of poems to her credit.