Exodus Poem by Prayag Saikia

With the disappearance of the green and the yellow,
The fields, now, are friendlessly alone.
Down memory lane
The mates of the mind are bidden adieu.

Empty are the hours of existence.

At the end of plain fields,
At the edge of the sailors' seas,
I wish to look up at the sky
And yell………open Sesame!

The sun of the mind takes
The hues of a rebel.

Standing in the friendless fields
I scour in the skies
For the animation of the orioles.
……Open Sea same…..Open.


(Translated by Krishna Dulal Baruah)