Red Kerchief Original: Assamese Gayatri Phukan: Translated By Bibekananda Choudhury Poem by Gayatri Phukan
Red Kerchief Original: Assamese Gayatri Phukan: Translated By Bibekananda Choudhury
I do not feel at all happy
In the city
My favourite persons are missing now
From the city
I do not see the familiar birds
To take bath in the rain
Dancing and prancing
Do come transformed into red kerchief
I'd keep you hidden
In the end of the red Reeha
Flowers'd bloom tenderlyin your breathe
I do not like paper flowers
I am a person of green
I give you word
Would offer you a heartfull green.
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