Life becomes stagnant On the crossroad of desire and fulfillment. The seam of coloured thread threatens to snap In the conflict and tension of sorrows and happiness. The heart swings between Belief and skepticism . Hope is born out of despair. In the land of the rising sun The ever mysterious mind Browses through the coloured pages of a book. We call it life.
A Stanza of Life
I learned from my great grandfather How to take a rest in my own shadow. The river that I saw everyday Slowly gained in length and breadth. It asserted existence by eroding banks. The river was blocked by someone somewhere And the river lost its existence. My shadow became shorter and smaller Than it had been before. I don't feel like weeping. I looked up at the bunyan tree The branches and leaves Were strong and fresh. The funeral pyre was burning Brightly in the crematorium Illuminating all around. The light is left For the next generation.
Translated by Ananda Bormudoi
Renu Bhuyan is an Assamese poet based in Doomdooma, Tinisukia, Assam.