Goswami, Uddipana;
We Called the River Red
Authorpress, 2010, 58 pages
ISBN 8172735286 9788172735289
topics: | poetry | indian | english
When we met On the afternoon sands The Dibong was on fire And I, my kaneng was on fire too. When you let fall your ribi-gAcheng At my feet, I was scalded. I reached out For coolness in the shadow Of your breasts And I was scorched. You did nothing to help. dibong: Assam river ribi-gAcheng: a mising woman's clothing [reminds me of a famous poem, can't put my finger on it...
(bohAg is not merely a season) It is Bihu back home Perhaps there is bohAg in the air, Perhaps death. Perhaps dhol-pepA-gaganA sound Perhaps bullets. Perhaps the kapou is in bloom Perhaps blood. ... bullet, blood and death, death, blood and bullet: that's all there is. Perhaps I am better away; or perhaps, better home... But it is Bihu today Back home, And I am far away. p.16 bihu: Assamese spring festival; bohAg - month in spring; dhol-pepA-gaganA : musical instruments; kapou: assamese orchid]