Love is a Jasmine Ever since the flute has given a pain I have spread my wings. May be for my love of you Or for my love of the sky I have been searching for The sky over Baghjan, Maguri and Motapung Leaving behind the Siberian sky. What is dearer than love The sky hugs the earth An eternal bonding Never to wear out As mysterious as The smile of Monalisa. You are migratory And that is why your presence is very slightly felt Beyond the hills. Hiruda's poetry Is Rajanigandha in the air. You are dark clouds of Shravan in the sky A Dream turned golden from green An awareness on the wings From the strain of a flute of reed. You are a bundle of dry sticks On a dying hearth. A rainbow illuminates the sky A jasmine secretly blossoms forth It's all love around.
With the Words of Love It's no use thinking If Euclidean geometry can decide A definition of love. Love may be defined as instinctive But many equations in the process Cannot be ignored. Reading out a ready reckowner in a rhythm Also does not make things easier Red emoji cannot substitute a meal. Love may preponderate over hunger But the sale of phenyle rises Tree branches may also be targeted for making an end. Revenge in love is old And so is deception Brutus's move is unpredictable. You cannot frighten away love The sky stands guard. A question remains unsolved Euclidean geometry cannot answer Whether it was Radha or Rukmini. If a snake and a mongoose Sit for a chat Love certainly becomes a controversy.
Translated by Ananda Bormudoi
Dr. Meena Devi Baruah is an Assamese poet and author based in Doomdooma, Tinsukia, Assam. Her poems have been published in Prantik and other leading magazines of Assam. She has two collections of poems to her credit.