The Nebula Poem by Prayag Saikia

The Nebula



Raising shrines of courage
I was moving on and on
Then you came
I turned fragile
I hadn't known
That granite could melt as ice
I penned in my diary-
As towards the archaic sun
Nearing me is a nebula
Only I amn't aware
If it leaves
Or remains.


(Translated from Original Assamese by Krishna Dulal Barua)

Tuesday, May 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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