Nabakanta Barua Poems

It is afternoon now.

Let’s go to the tailor’s; to get measured.
Measurements of neck chest hands and arms
Measurements of the palm and the heart
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The fire of the palaash has gone out now.
In the saal and sotiyaan woods
Spring-storms of days past —
Days of the Burmese invasion.
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We housed them in prisons
For they wanted a home,
We killed them for they wanted eternal life
Then bulldozed their prisons into fields of corn
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The corded belt of my mother’s spinning wheel
was a mystery to me
spool after spool is used up
the distended bobbins pile up in the basket
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Ah, it is pleasant
We are sitting ,simply sitting
Sitting silently.
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Within this dark shell
All emptiness is substantial
The sky and the earth reach me
In all elastic opacity.
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God gave man intellect.
He could go insane with it.
His heart full of blood
could not be trustful.
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The fossil heaved its stony sigh
Moaning:
God’s failures have caused,
All his tears to helpless man.
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Last night
Someone poured ink into Umiam
How the streetlights emitted darkness!
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Once we went aboating
On the Ganges…………
The pale winter moon rose above the old cemetery
We remember we talked
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