Prayag Saikia Poems

Like a sprout
new time appears
from the cocoon of a hibernating past.
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From the star of Bethlehem
If we draw a line
We shall find
It doesn't end in pieta
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God does speak sometimes
Not like the ‘elan vital'
But merely as a meek human - - -
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Why do the roots, born in the sky
Thirst for the soil?

On moonlit nights
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Along the path of time
Old and infirm,
I go seeking the shade of a peepul.
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Why need the splendid orchids thrive on others?
Why can't the euphonic cuckoos set up nests on their own?

Don't bring up these issues
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With the disappearance of the green and the yellow,
The fields, now, are friendlessly alone.
Down memory lane
The mates of the mind are bidden adieu.
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(On a painting by Pranab Barua)

With the descent of clouds upon the foothills
The heart trickles
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A flock of birds
Scan the earth from the sky
Searching for ailing dead victuals.
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When the rill meanders
Leaving the mist
Down to the sea
The splendour blooms.
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