Two Poems by Akan Das

Our School

We are little lads and lasses
Going to school for attending classes
Like a motley of garden flowers
We blossom forth in splendours.
Like the garden we grow
And go learning all through.
What poverty lays bare
Cannot scare.
A day will be surely foreseen 
The world we will illumine.
The River of Life

Silently the river meanders 
Our lives are also on the move.
As days pass by the memory of the golden field and the environment 
Rally around me. 
Drawing pictures and reading lessons aloud 
Under the blue sky
Are now no more
Those days left behind 
Are a half forgotten memory.

Translated by Ananda Bormudoi

Akan Das is a young poet based in Morigaon, Assam.

Click for the original Assamese poems.

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