Guna Moran
Assamese poet & critic
Assam, India
Since the day
I did not even see
the sky
My legs have been
my trusted aide
Still on the
scruffy legs
I can't manage time
to smear a little oil
As I turned to feel
after stumbling
It was discovered
that
The legs have
thinned out upto the calf
An unbearable pain
Suddenly split my
heart into two
Unable to bear the
pain of heart
Shattered by agony
I sat down under a
tree
Can't do anything
fresh at this age
Still I am the one
nurturing a few uprising ones
Now
What would befall
on me?
As I raised my head
slowly
Failing to reach
the shore
In the endless
expanse of the sea
The leaves and
twigs of the tree
That I am leaning
on
Are gradually
drying up
Uhh!
Another volcanic
corruption in the heart
I am dying down
from the tip
The tree is drying
up from the root.
(Translated by Bibekananda
Choudhury,
Editor-in-Chief, Dimorian Review, Assam, India)