Hiren Bhattacharya
Translated from original Asomiya
By Dibyajyoti Sarma
Buoyant like brooks
Cool like corps holding my mother’s hand
I tour from one futureless present
To another present!
On my way the sky is filled with
My neighbours and friends’ best wishes
Like resonance of some sacred
Music
Holding my mother’s hand I tour
From one country to another
My neighbours and friends
Draws closer to me
Holding my mother’s hand I tour
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