Whenever I cross the mighty river Brahmaputra.......
I look at the rocks amidst its chest............
The placate waves thrash those with no mercy.........
I wonder why the river punishes the rocks across its mighty chest.......
The calm eyes of the river whisper a different story....................
“ I want to be rooted like they are..........whenever I come to them they break me away”
The river will find its existence only when it will destroy the rocks...............
I always want to tell Him this
Whenever I cross the mighty Brahmaputra.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem