The Story of a Hand
While digging into the privacy Of a blue night My path was suddenly blocked by a hand All skin and bones. Waiving itself it dashed off Towards me. The hand somehow attracted me But I could not gather up courage To go near it. The lines in the hand Got tangled In the cottage of my mind Breath turned into a boat. Looking at the birds Which flew away When they were fully fledged The hand rowing the boat of breath said, ' Its a story of the hand.'
Waiting has its own Glee
Alluring of land The song of a flower Look! Sadness is gone Replaced by giggle. The loyal The future Land flower smiles. May be Waiting is alluring Because there are Land flowers and smiles.
[Translated by Ananda Bormudoi]
Abhijeet Gogoi is a young Assamese poet based in Demow, Assam.