Hiren Bhattacharya
Translated from original Asomiya
By Dibyajyoti Sarma
I, this persona, including everything, whatever there is
How they exist, the same way, without any addition or deletion
Or whatever is lost or what
I can never get even if I kill myself
That solitary dream of mine like the shadows of
Bougainvillea in the garden of ebullience, stays with me as such
That I cannot leave them even for a second
All that is lost or whatever is there, and whatever lies
In my incontestable future
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