Issue: Vol. IV, No. 2, August-October, 2025
Leaves of the Tree Flutter in the Breeze
At the touches of the breeze leaves of the tree flutter
The sere old leaves fall down
The green leaves weep
In the walk of time-time glitters
In the walk of time-time withers
Life gets lost silently
stage by stage
Having lost its greenery
the hill is getting ravaged day by day
Air, water, soil too are doddering on their legs
Weeping and wailing alone
the sky gets lost in the sky itself.
Soil is the Home of the Trees
Soil is the home of trees
Air water get lost on the way
As if a child in its mother’s arms
the roots slip through even the stones
Playing the game of colours
the roots can melt
the heart of stones
The trees are poems
rich and fertile
in the light of the branches and leaves
Its quite sometime that the days when bears came in the night fall to eat
sugarcane have become the stuff of children’s tales.
Translated by Uttam Duorah
Biren Gogoi is a contemporary Assamese poet based in Dibrugarh. He has five collections of poems to his credit.
Uttam Duorah, the translator, retired as the HoD, English, Women’s College, Tinsukia and is based in Tinsukia, Assam.