Life I accepted a life with all humility Life is a breath, a voice Ecstacy and a shriek And colour reflected from the wings of a butterfly And yes, this is Life... Inside its womb I grew wings in silence There was no time to halt There was the beckoning hand in front You stretched out both your hands To hold me my mother My mother is indeed great You are great with an undying glow I had no time to close my wings This stage is very large.
The Quest Some poems of the inner apartments Time is hazy in the ancient temples and shrines I am immersed I am sinking and sinking Caught in the net of sadness Who goes there Whose arrival is heralded Verses of time, of inner apartment I have wiped the approach road with tears Who is large hearted Man is caught in the fist. And devoid of humanity Where are the saints ... Voiceless and silent...
Translated by Ananda Bormudoi
Deepali Bhattacharyya Borua is an Assamese poet and writer based in Sibsagar, Assam. She has four collections of poems to her credit.