I cry inconsolably after reading a poem
I can’t stop myself from crying out
After penning a poem
The poems that I read
Under such pencil of light
It is a boon of a star
That expired a hundred years ago
A hundred years hence
Someone would read a poem in its light
Poetry means
An invisible river
Flowing inside the heart
That reads writes listens in solitude
That understands poetry
O Poet Sun
I can’t make out with my earthly eyes
The essence of poetry
Please bestow on me
The heavenly sight
Translated from Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury
