Extended Bluish Poem by Prayag Saikia

Extended Bluish
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Someone draw river
Someone stream

In the atlas of life
flowing colours are always bluish

As the sky is extended bluish in mind decesion

The symble of all huge prosperity of sea are bluish

Draw a tank or a lake
If it is not moving in its way
Don't change its colour
Its a mystry of thought
give birth but like an unmoving ovum

It has always life,
has a wide probability to move

Where it has warmth of love
And thirsty of moving
let sprinkle a little bluish there.

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Original Assamese:
Prayag Saikia

English translation:
Rupa Phukan Saikia