The Primary Poem Poem by Prayag Saikia

I wonder
Thinking that
I was in a tiny sea
That can't be found
In an Atlas
Do you know
Who held that sea
Like sage Agastya did
Just ask
The answer lies in you
It is not of Sphinx
It is not of Dharma*
Don't worry
Solve the riddle intently
If you succeed
You'd reach the shore
And win
A little nectar
If you fail
I'd give you some remembrances
With a cord
That remained attached to your body
Long ago
*- Yama, the God of death in Hindu mythology

(Translated from original Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury)