Prayag Saikia Poems

Mustard is blooming everywhere
But
The heart is not filled up
By the yellow
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In my sight
In my voice
The voice of chirping birds
Carrying the message of dawn
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I am running along a precipice
Pursued by a herd of elephants
The protective time-gap remains intact
Even after repeated stumbling falls
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Be immortal
And
At the junction of adolescence
At the age of blunders
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The night doesn't have a
Tranquil past
The night is always undulating
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Why have you ensnared the sky in a frame
Don't you know that
The sky has
No beginning
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I write poems on you
On the river
Full of grains of sunshine
In the scintillating waves
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The indifferent boar
Scours for food
In the heap of hair strands
Thrown out from the salon
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Abode of river
Home of river
Where is it
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When the clouds descend
To the foothills
The heart oozes and flows
Onto an endless canvas
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