This Spring Poem by Debashree Kachari

I didn't know how silently
The new Spring came into my old
village and left,
It's tender radiance that
still lingers in my soul.
I didn't know how
It drove the frenzied
birds to go to their nests.
I didn't know how
My senses drowned in the wild
ecstacy
Of vernal fragrance,
And left me
half alive in a bittersweet sadness...
I don't know why
My emotions flee into the horizon
Like a voyager mesmerized to catch
the glow of the sunset,
In a rainbow colored bubble of
poetry.
Strange! Strange! Like the
mysterious dream of beauty,
Withering like the last rose of
of summer,
Falling like the golden Autumn
leaves,
As a coiling melancholy churns the
Spring into an empty dream.
This Spring gave me no green
letters of love
A message written in the petals of
wildflowers,
And, I am languishing in the
cuckoo's voice.
Now, on knowing
My heart smoulders in pain,
I scream like a cattle missing in a
mountain terrain.
Spring is wafting away like music
dying...
As the fisherman hums a nostalgic
song on his lonely bamboo raft;
And I see the quiet joy of life,
Flowing like the purling waters of
the Luit.

Meaning:
Luit or Lohit: Another name for the
river Brahmmaputra.