Aahar Poem by Gayatri Phukan

AAHAR

A picture of the month of aahar*
Is walking across
Inside my heart
Like the red tinge of heart
Intense sky of the month of aahar
My heart says
It would come
Riding on pieces of cloud
Rain would arrive
Frogs would bathe
Its warty back would turn smooth
We would slice up and taste raw mangoes
Would get immersed in nostalgia
Would reminisce old events
Would discuss too
How the anger of the Sun
Is increasing day by day

Sitting on the courtyard
In the evening
Get engrossed in the sky
If you speak of love
I would explain
I have left my love
Back in the land of Ejar# blooms

Would recite grandma's tales
Childhood would be rejuvenated
A whiff of open cold air
Would dry away the sweat
From the clothes
We would talk
Our wishes
Riding on clouds
A bout of rain would arrive late at night
Love would take root
In the hearts of
The youths and nubile girls
Frolicking in the water in the fields
Warmed by the sunshine

Aahar* - the third month of Assamese calendar
Ejar#- A kind of flowering plant

Original Assamese poem.translated by Bibekananda choudhury