A Poem by Assamese Poet Pranjit Borah

 Even By Making Myself Empty

Origin: Pranjit Bora

Translated by Dr. Birinchi Kumar Das


Every grey evening when she finishes her prayer

In her moist eyes

In her crumpled chador

Everywhere I see myself growing full

The echo of her prayer sinks in my soul

Like waves in the bosom of the sea

From the pine tree rooted in her heart

Drops on my heart the green foliage of faith

On my eyes and face her fragrant air of reliance

Every evening like a skilled artist

She sows in me seedlings of courage and trust

She is my mother in seven lives

If I could make her full even by making myself empty!

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