These are my last words of life
Yes…
My heart that is pumping for these twenty six years
Strong blue veins
Deep, bright eyes
Everything will become numb and cold
End will all unanswered, illogical questions
Silent will be those unending echoes of emotions
Choked will be my unwoven ocean of imaginations
In a strong, ruthless rope
will be hanging my defeated pessimism
My vain, undaunted ego
Remain there will only a life
Soft and serene.
Like the placid stream in December...
(Original Assamese one:
Aaji rati moi atmo honon korim…
Eikeitai mor jiwonor xex xobdo
O...
iman din dhori dhop dhopai thoka mor olindo
Prokot nila xirabor
Toh toh koi anoborot jwoli thoka soku duta
Hoi poribo stobdho aru xeta
Xex hoi jabo xokolu beberi bang prosno
Nistbdho hoi jabo vabonar umal anuronon
Kok bokai kok bokai joti poribo
Mor xokolu jotil kolpona
Edal fit fitiya rosit
Ulomi thakibo mor noiraiswo
Mor misa atmo-ohonkar
Thaki jabo mathu ek xukumol jiwon…)
2 comments:
Ki asomiya tur imaan horu font size...Kiba kibi scribble korisu moyu saba
ok..will read it for sure. Ur short pieces were interesting.
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