Poetry
Published: 08:10 AM, 03 August 2021 Last Update: 08:15 AM, 03 August 2021
Three poems of Guna Moran
Sorrow of achievement
To get the have not
To eat the untasted
To see the unseen
That I reached the place
With the enthusiasm, sacrifice and
slog
I cannot return back even
With the same enthusiasm and zeal
The deluge of achievement
Appears to have
Carried away the spirit
The sorrow that I feel now
At the joy of achievement
There hadn’t been such sorrow
During the time of no achievement
Am returning the joy and
best wishes to you
in return
Return me the sacrifice and slog
Rather than staying still
like a flower vase
It is far better
To keep moving on
Like a meandering river
The achievement and joy of life
Is in moving on
Sky
You keep gazing at me
Raising your head
Had I possessed a horizon
Would have indulged
in a long conversation with you
On my bosom
The Sun, the Moon
and countless stars
Yet, how lonely am I
Holding all of them in my embrace
No one knows that except me
Sea
Like a flowing river
I too desire ardently to flow along
The wave of my bosom
Wishes to creep along
A magnetic power
Brings me back
Does not allow to go away
The passerby imbibes
The sonorous beat
Of the song oozing from my heart
But they fail to see
The accumulation of sorrow
(Translated by Bibekananda Choudhury)
-Guna Moran is an Assamese Poet and critic
