What Season is it Now
What Season is it now Doubts and fears all around Vision is blurred Eyesight totters. Only darkness advances limping at dawn. In the morning sunshine I stumble over Grey pebbles on the road. Lightning adorns the sky With a whistle Among the dark clouds. I am thoroughly drenched In showers one after another In the thirst of my heart I have gathered yellow heat of the sun. In silence grows green splendour Broken hearts also feel a tide For love of a song life sings a chorus. A thousand eyes can watch Myriad colours. What season is it now What season?
In the Month of Shravan
The smell of slime in Shravan Wakes me up at night The leaking roof The mind in void The thundering clouds at night A ballad of hard times. Whose hand can offer A shelter for peace Whose eyes can illuminate Riding on a galloping horse To break free from bondage? Whose quivering lips Break the silence of the hour To converse on renewal of life? Fighting our way, we die or survive. Look! the ancient tree is overjoyed As it blossoms forth. Open your eyes Keep hand on hand. Store in your heart The splendour of the rice plants The beehive of your dream is sweet. Heavy shower descends For its love of the earth And the earth is thoroughly drenched. The earth dances in a trance The dream of a new life murmurs.
[Translated by Ananda Bormudoi]
Atul Bordoloi is a contemporary Assamese poet.