By Kamal Kumar Tanti
(Tr. by Geetika Phukan)
On the silent street in Salonah tea garden
we lost our way.
Grieving at our grief
an old Kachari said,
“Children, follow your noses
there are dreams on the way, not reality.
At the end of the dreams, there will be dawn.”
We realized,
Looking for flowers is easier
than finding thorns.
Flowers do not make us feel,
They feel themselves.
Thorns do not feel their sharpness,
They make others feel.
As travelers,
we wanted to thank the Old Kachari
so, halfway through we killed him
and left his blood for the vultures and crows.
The cuckoos loved us for that,
And finally, we reached a land of swords.
(Published in Muse
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