Pessimism By Kuldip Medhi
Let the cold be more intense
The chill passing through every vein
Till blood congeals
Let the chill make its home
In every home
And the city sleeps
In shivering cold
You must now be lying in the bosom of your lover
Basking in the warmth of love
The cold sheds its tears,
Drenching the leaves and branches of every tree
Sorrow surrounds the city
And falls as dewdrops of despair
Let the cold increase
Let its intense chill spread through every vein
Till my insides turn to stone!
(Translated from the original in Assamese "Kobir Hataxa" by Mrs. Ranjana Sharma)
Copyright © Kuldip Medhi | Year Posted 2019
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