Splendour of Life Motion changes its nature That's an eternal law Inescapable. On either bank of the river of life is written The ancient manuscript. The westwind of hope Builds beyond the blue sky. Arms energized There is no leisure to look back. The unfailing weapon of the splendour of life Is meant to create. Life shattered hides A discourse of life in colours. The call of a morning Transmits energy, splendour and motion.
Time Past and Present Mother tells me tales And I listen I am lulled asleep Mother sobs out at times. I could guess with my intelligence Mother's unnamed sorrows. Mother cannot stand Time present Anger changes the course Of boat with the sail unfurled. Life keeps changing Adolescence youth and age. Mother understands things now Or she pretends to understand She has changed the strategy Of measuring life. Instead of digging into ancient civilizations She climbs up the mountain of sorrows To find herself in an image of happiness. Mother in her own way Begins to realize That worth of time and life Is enduring.
Translated by Ananda Bormudoi
Renu Bhuyan is an Assamese poet based in Doomdooma, Tinisukia, Assam. She has one collection of poems.