The Trees, Our True Friends

 It is the play of sunshine and rain. Sometimes, it rains heavy and sometimes, it drizzles. Sometimes, the sun shines bright and sometimes, the ships of clouds sail past the glorious sun casting a pall of shade over the earth. That’s how the lockdown period is...

On the Occasion of Bihu, 2020

The spring advents with the ponderous steps, And its vista of green, blue and red, All but veiled under the web of silence and desertion, The downy breeze moans with the rustling memories, All leap out of the coffin of the departed year, And haunt the floors of the...

The Lost Days Will Revisit

The day breaks with the chirps of liberated birds, And the view of the yellow sun in the eastern sky, Raising its splendid head and mocking at the captured world, Time rolls with errands, numerous in hands, To keep one fit and busy indoors, But I miss the lost days...

Time To Be Healed Now

Time blushed with ignorance displayed, Time stupefied with foolishness revealed, Time turned insane with fanaticism, sundry, Time embarrassed with superstitions, numerous, Time boiled in the cauldron of hatred, Time lacerated with canes of prejudice, Time sliced and...

The Fear That Haunts

It is the fear that haunts persistently, Regardless of time changing into days and nights, It is the fear of being unfair once again, And embezzling and depriving others of their dues, It is the fear of being malicious once again, And subjugating the weak and the...