Twilight At the Graveyard By Kuldip Medhi
O' Soul, why is the sound
Of heart break so desolate
In the dead wind by the overflowing river-side
As if a gaggle of wild ducks flew away
Carrying ripe autumns at their beaks
The moonshine fainted by the mirror
In the midst of
A dream's course
The moon sank
In the landslide
My Soul, everything's over now
Twilight has descended on the graveyard.
(Translated from the original in Assamese "Morixalit Kalsondhya" by Prof. Anita Baruwa)
Copyright © Kuldip Medhi | Year Posted 2019
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