Symphony Of Eighty Flutes Poem by Pradip Saikia

Eighty flowers on the birthday
It's actually
Eighty years

Firm and soft eighty steps
On
Eighty slippery stairs

On your throne today
Eighty pieces of earthen lamps
Illuminating the vestry

We are guests of the earth

One day the river will come
Necessity of treading will be over

Still
There will be the boat

Today in the rain
On the water columns

Somewhere
Sound of eighty flutes wafts

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury