"Non Of Us Are Happy" Original Assamese: Gayatri Phukan: Translated By Mr Bibekananda Choudhury Poem by Gayatri Phukan

None of us are happy
Because all of us are
Each a staunch lover
Love do not arrive to make one happy
Love makes me only unhappy
Actually no one can be happy bereft of love
The moot point is
Actually no one can be happy
Even after getting love intimately for oneself

Myriad questions bubble up in my mind
Centering the abode of love
Had I received love
Without getting touched by the Sun or the wind
Could I have lived on
In the confines of a windowless house
Love is but a riddle
Sometimes it appears as
Simple arithmetical addition and subtraction
Or an unintelligible chemical equation
Or something just meaningless
But one thing is true
Love happens just once
To make one happy or sorrowful
Love is blind
The station where love'd get separated
From that day you'd become a nomad
You'd turn homeless
After the entity called love
In search of that entity
Again and again you'd fall in love
Love but happens once
Just once