Dearth Poem by Prayag Saikia
Dearth
Give me an age
The scrupulous night's dark age
The royal fallen age
Struck by the venomous serpent.
I feel
We're still in the age of truth
In the land
Where birds speak of man
There where the green speak of trees
My root has been absorbing all the manure
Uproot me
Let me sketch the ruthless age of reality
(Translated by Krishna Dulal Baruah)
Monday, April 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: dream
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