A Few Stanzas
(1) It is time for sunset The sky is afire Trees, creepers and the grass Are all agog. (2) The mind is all a quivering Enchanting colours The stallions are restless. (3) The west wind is playful Dust ridden earth is thrilled Shyness of the frill loses itself In the red of palash. (4) Phagun burns in palash Fallen flowers weep Phagun consoles them. (5) Naked branches dream Re-assuring clouds clasp Vernal woods arrive. (6) Life’s here Is in frenzied Phagun The outcry echoes.
The Impossible Possibility
It may not be easy And neither is it impossible To keep life in order. The sky sagging low Spreads out the rainbow Across the sky. Suffering handicaps you And yet the birds sing in joy At dawn. Worried over losing security The newborn babe cries And that is novel, eternal. The rainbow maynot be spread Across the sky And yet the canopy Is above us. The birds know how to pick happiness. The river that has been for ever flowing Towards the sea with all passion spent Fought a battle against heavy odds. Who is free from pain? The way to suffer Is the way to happiness. Tejimola blossomed forth In the fire of pain. The strings are unbroken Play the melody.
[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. She can be reached at: email@example.com