Season Of Dismay Poem by Prayag Saikia
Season Of Dismay
In the world of poetry
It's now the season of dismay
The kronch is in morning
I'm neither a bandit
Nor a poet
A fallen leaf from a wintry tree
Laden with words
O' world
Raise no more
The birds of fancy
In my eyes
From the quietude
Simply deliver me
(Translated by Krishna Dulal Baruah)
Monday, April 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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4/23/2024 8:44:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A poignant and thought provoking write. Well penned.