When the clouds descend
To the foothills
The heart oozes and flows
Onto an endless canvas
The brush speaks in silence
Tales sprinkled with coloured feelings
Time proceeds with its amorous gait
With soundless footsteps
I try to feel the clouds softly
A spotted bird comes
And
Pulls the veil over the hills
Colour utters the words
With bashfulness
(Translated from Original Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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