Translated from Assamese by Suman Sarma
There is a river in the heart.
Banks erode, hope turns to despair
when heart breaks;
It floats in tears.
Men with broken hearts
must take the narrow country road ,
that takes him to the village on foot.
Even if the floods devastate the village
it cannot destroy the mind and hope;
Villages are destroyed
But in the same way they are rebuilt.
There is a lake in the soul of the village.
From the bottom of that lake
white and pink lotuses
keep popping up.
(This poem is translated from the original Assamese
by Poet Rajeeb Kr. Phukan)
works as an Asstt. Professor of English
at DY Patil University and lives in Mumbai