As the woods
Man shall one day implant man.
Perhaps the blazes of the age
Would only cease to press ahead
When the human-wood, too, begins to dwindle.
The trees, one day, shall speak as men:
You'd said you need our breath
Today we say it'syour breath that we require.
That very day man shall be man.
(Translated from Original Assamese by Krishna Dulal Barua)
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