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.