Buddha In Exile Poem by Ananta Rajkhowa

Upon my Shewali tree of my gateway
A bird is taking rest in its way.
There from its wing is
Springing out a stream
Of mourning!

Surrounding me
Gloom is there with its
Steely armour.
A misty dusky night
Is dismounting in utter graduation
Unto my antique ocean of sorrows!

Leaning over the wall of void
Warming my hands in fire of a rock
I have remained shaked in tremor.
The time with fading tint
Treads its way
Spreading all along the mist of solitude.

(Translated from Assamese by Dr Bipul Boruah)