Getting drenched in the rain
we lost ourselves
In the drapes of the
Moist evening wind.
In the zig-zag path
We touched
A part of life
That melted in sorrow.
In the unintelligible voices
Of the pensive evening
Fell off
A bunch of pictures
Of the heart.
A small humming
Carried the love of
The sojourner of a distant land.
An intimate moment created
Countless waves of thoughts
And we got submerged
In one of its whirlpools.
And…
Like the barge of the night sea
We turned back
Through the vastness of life
In search of a familiar port.
Then…
With the light rains fell
Small pieces of frost.
Anupama Basumatary
(Translated from Assamese by Surajit Barooah)
This poem was first published in Eclectic (May 2010) issue
