Where's this water from
The Bhogdoi The Kopili or the Subansiri
The live Dhansiri shall dry up
Here itself
Countless tales from the antique purans
Are said to be engraved
Within the marrows of the Luit
On haunted nights of the water-cleft antiquity
We only hear spooky tales
Where's this water from
On grandpa's bones shall grow
The smile of a child
The bhogdoi's the Kopili's or the Subansiri's
Translated by: Krishna Dulal Baruah
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