Spring
A poem by Bijayata Akham
They say,
Once the gale blew ,
The fragrance of the flowers
Pervading ,
When the king arrived .
Blandly He was
visiting homes and hovels
to give new hopes
to the young and hoary old .
Today, the weather is hot
The wind doesn’t blow
When He comes
That I don’t feel His coming .
And sometimes at sunset
I seeing the rows
of herons flying
From the Nongmaijing hill
Towards the western horizon
Pondered , how long
They will continue coming there .
Posted: 2013-04-29
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