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)