A Flock Of Chirping Birds Poem by Prayag Saikia

In my sight
In my voice
The voice of chirping birds
Carrying the message of dawn
I release the tunes in the deep expanse
of the flowing breeze
Wishing that they bloom
In the garden of spring

I don't have a home
I don't have a country
Still
Every household
Every country
Beckons me

Come my darling
Bring the news of dawn

I fetch news
I read news
We have come
Here comes
The flock of chirping birds

(Translated from Original Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury)