Dream Or Live Poem by Gayatri Phukan

Original: Gayatri Phukan
Translated by Rupa phukan Saikia

DREAM OR LIVE
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In childhood
I often climbed over a bamboo bridge to see that field
Now it seems to be a hazy memory

In dream I often cross the
plots of land and walk in the peddy field lines

Open gradually the unmemorable fossil of brain

Ahh: how past turn into present and
how pictures turn into living people

The river had invisible from my eye sight

Once I enjoyed the views of fishing from the side
The villagers were catching fishes using a bamboo basket
People stood in lines
Creels were filled with fishes

It's a dream or live
River dried up
Fishes lost
In place of those
Tea gardens are glamping

When I was young
my mom milked a bucketful of cow's milk by herself
Neighbours always came to drink the yellowish tea

Now I think
Was it really live ---