An Epic of Nothingness Happiness had been torn asunder From the people Reduced to begging and starvation They can see in front A river catching fire A burning river Is flowing unto their hearts The dream with pearls Studded into it Have fallen into the flames Men who have suffered Are writing in tears An epic on nothingness.
Silence Silence has its own language It lays bare the heart When dejected emotions Keep the gate of the cottage unlatched. Silence watches The course of the wind The play of clouds in the sky. The world of silence Is far beyond the map Of the latitude and the longitudes. But l cannot restrain My desire to touch The situation of silence. The bird spreads wings.
Translated by Ananda Bormudoi
Pronoti Barua is a contemporary Assamese poet and writer based in Saikhowaghat, Tinsukia, Assam. She has two collections of poems to her credit.