Implanted, the human trees in the woods
Turned mute in the clamorous tempest
None heard the deathsclose beside
The budding roots in earthen schools
Hadn't absorbed tears
Lying numb was the mentor
Who had taught of death's disgrace
So from the grasp of soil
The bridge of feeling turned into rock
Over, sans any touch, began to pass
Newer and newer deaths.
(Translated from Original Assamese by Krishna Dulal Barua)
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