Zikir of Hazrat Azan Peer-III
Truth is thy name O Allah
There is none but only Thou
The Truth that encompasseth
The earth and the sky above.
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Beyond The Rainbow
Beyond the rainbow of blind colors
There lies the heaven of reason
Romance was never so pure
Innocence never so exciting
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The Sun Disgraced By Hiren Bhattacharya (Translated From Assamese)
The Sun goes down, spending Sunshine,
The inevitable sword of the Kalpurush
Glow in the darkness of
The fear stricken night sky...
I am a poet, limited is my skill
The treacherous brass whistle
Of the spectre haunted sentry at
The street junction,
Upset my poetry's meaning...
Spending sunshine,
There goes down
The Golden Sun...
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The Beauty of Shamelessness
Beauty of Shamelessness
I am not in good terms
With my neighbor …
We quarrel on and off
On host of issues…
But last evening
A blood curdling scream
Made me run to his house…
I had to dispose off a small snake with a stick…
‘Why do you have to shout like this for such a minor thing? ' I demanded
‘Who asked you to come? ' He said
"To hell I will, next time" I came back breathing fire
But I know
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Rongmon the Fisherman by Dr. Bhupen Hazarika (Translated from Assamese)
That morning
Rongmon the Fisherman
Went fishing
On his wobbly little boat
'Please don't go fishing!
Please don't go fishing!
Look, there comes the storm
O Rongmon, listen,
The river is swarming
With crocodiles
Thirsting for blood'
But towards the evening
In middle of the river
He disappeared 'thout a trace
Beating her bosom
Look'in at heaven
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Ripples in April 9,2012
‘April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain‘ -(Waste Land)
...
Prosaic spring night; droplets of carbon monoxide
Paint brazen leaves with dark shades of truth.
Rumbling doomsday drums stun to silence
The monotony of treachery.
Fires, fangs rule our reasons as spring gasp for breath.
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Tree by Smritirekha Bhuyan (Translated from Assamese)
Tree by Smritirekha Bhuyan (Translated from Assamese)
I had tried to become a tree.
When I was young my parents had told me
It is absolutely necessary to become a tree,
They still hope that I should be
As patient, as innocent, and as submissive as a tree.
Trees change their raiment in Winters and Summers;
They turn Yellow from Green
As per the the season's taste.
But unlike humans their souls do not change;
Even in their old age the leaves are humble, polite, and energetic.
Matching beats with the breeze
They sway and paint the world red.
(Although) there is no lack of effort on my part
It is very difficult to become a tree
Perhaps I can never be…
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Zikir of Hazrat Azan Peer-VI
This world is but for a day or two,
A fleeting dream, like a garden in bloom.
This beautiful life is a honey trap,
One careless step and you are doomed.
Life offers you an empty plate
Death lies in wait with a fishing net.
With twenty dozen weights and countless parts,
This fishing net, you cannot take apart.
Each fish shall, by its whiskers, be caught
When herded around, all, in a lot.
For whom did I build such a magnificent house
And save pots of silver and gold?
My clothes would rot, in their rusted chests and
Grass‘d grow on my bones.
If my dwelling caves in, I build again
A house that is finer than the one before.
But none can hold, when the bones grow old,
This body would’nt last forevermore.
The walls would crack, the beams would break,
The worms would chew up the pillars.
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The Muted Cry by Dr, Bhupen Hazarika (Translated from Assamese)
Can you hear the muted cry of the silent millions longing for freedom?
Can you see the light of renewed courage spanning the horizon?
How much did you gain and how much did you lose
If you did not count, it matters but little
Here comes your time, the Day of Reckoning
No reason to be scared, just speak the way you feel
Morning lies concealed
In the bosom of the Darkest Hour
Closed doors forever fear
The power of Free Air
Each dropp of the ocean now
Has turned into a mighty tide
Overflowing the ocean banks
And everything in its path
The fervent cry of hope
Echoing in every heart
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I Hear The Echo by Dr. Bhupen Hazarika (Translated from Assamese)
I hear the echo
I hear the echo
I hear the echo
I hear the echo
Of the screaming night
Carried over from the other side
Of the mountain bodering my village
I hear the echo
I train my ears but can't hear a thing
I open my eyes wide but can't see a thing
I close my eyes and think, but do not understand
I don't know how to climb a thousand mountains
I hear the echo of the screaming night
I hear the echo
May be its the tragic story of a young girl
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