God is expected to Arrive God is expected to arrive For an interview Preparation is underway, time is short. Many a veteran journalist Have taken positions Questions are arranged Setting TRP as the target. Is there any primary condition for becoming God? How much indifference is needed for godliness? Does blindness pervade the path to it? God arrived ahead of time And began to speak Addressing the journalists: My dear journalists, I have a humble request Please don't allure anyone To attain godliness. I have just one cause to be sad I couldn't become human With flesh and blood and emotion Before becoming God. Like thousands of others I also like to see my distorted image Standing before the mirror of time Hear green notes of my soul. I forbid you to make me an item for sale With chandan, incense, flowers and blood. If possible lower me from the spires Of temples, mosques and churches With your magnanimous hands. Blood congealed in the dust In the twenty first century Is my blood. Believe me, now I cannot dispel darkness From anybody's heart I am a dead sun.
A Non-poem The pen had no refill The point of the pencil was broken. I had a lot of things to write My eyes are reading a manuscript of sighs On the blank paper. As I opened the window Gentle wind blew in And turned into a lyric. Buds began to show on the Beena tree Not far away S.K.C's sun on the pointing finger Makes a beginning of creation. Entire Panbazar is floating on The melody of an unwritten song.
Translated by Ananda Bormudoi
Udoi Kumar Baruah is a senior Assamese poet based in Guwahati. He has three collections of poems to his credit.