Let us return
Without imbibing
There
Where the other bank of the bridge is not there
Darkness is staring
From the carpet of the grass
With tiny white flowers
Then pluck the white ferns
We don't like
Empty hands
To walk
In the alleys of dreams
Get up
The boat is to set sail now
# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury
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