Grandfather And Grandson Poem by Prayag Saikia

Wisdom is not here today
To repose in the shadows of the banyan tree

The yacht of savour
Is not there
To anchor by the riverside

Grandpa (!) , We are brats
We have lost the insuppressible thirst
Of listening to folktales

Torrid time
Dusty autumn
Clotted blood is stuck on the streets

When the terminal point of the earth's field
will be reached
In the geography of fencing
Will men find
A grain
Resembling a goose-egg
As in the stories of Tolstoy
Come as a sprightly youth sans spectacles
Give us lessons of savour
One says
Lifespan increases with savour
Even the heartless sheds
Tears of repentance

(Translated from Original Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury)