Guwahati,

Poetry

Sai

Sai

Swapnajyoti Bordoloi
 
 
Shraddha and Saburi,
My best friend Sai,
Love and peace 
My beloved Sai,
My faith and devotion 
Shrimad BhagwatSai,
My care and cure,
Aum Sai,
My truth and 'Dharma'
Ram Sai,
I toil my 'Karma'
Shyam Sai...
All in one 
And one in all,
My Allah Sai,
My light amid 
All darkness outside,
My MaulaSai!
Hold my hand 
For I am imperfect
And frail...
My soul within
My invisible Sai…
Be my strength at all times,
My Satguru Sai!
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Careless Flow of Life
Buddhadev Nandi
 
Dried up yellow leaves 
In the spring time,
Wither with rustling sound.
The stoic earth like the busy bee
Moves about the sun round.
Trampled grass on the pasture
Strives to withstand
To prove its humble existence,
The reeling stream beside flows at its sweet will
Without paying a little glance;
The new ships sail with cargo load
The old ones disembark. 
The aimless wind sweeps without care
Having no time to stand and stare.
Unfulfilled dreams dash 
Against the stone of hard reality;
Life goes on its own way
Unmoved by the pity. 
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Black & White
Arindam Barooah
 
ITwo different hues.
Two different percipience.
Former being Dark, Dreary,
Pure, serene as latter.
You today live in a world of all black and white,
Where your outlook, your resentment, your vehemence
Hiding amongst shades of grey
Is ruling the roost.
Thus, the world seems rough.
Fly away your cold soul,
To break the black & white. 
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Homage  
Budddhadev Nandi
 
Once an unprecedented hailstorm
Lashed on our little town, 
Rattled about a couple of hours
And laid everything down. 
The roofs made of tiles
And lightly built sheds
Were all so devastated
As they were without heads. 
A mango tree and a bailiff one 
Stood in the west
And their branches were so closed
As they were abreast.
They fought against the hailstorm
With utmost valor 
And protected my shabby hut 
Like a castle from a horrible war. 
Torn leaves and broken twigs
Strewn on the ground everywhere
They withstood on the ground
Among the corpse like two warriors.
My head bowed down in gratitude
To their indomitable prowess
Prayed to bear no more fragrance and juice
For I had no other choice. 
 
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