Poems by Guna Moran

FLY Original : Assamese : Guna Moran Translation : Bibekananda Choudhury   Anything rotting Titillates the nostrils of the fly   As it hovers over the rotten things We move away in a hurry Covering our face   Whenever any little thing happens in the locality The news reaches a certain class of flies   …

Two Poems by Guna Moran

Both poems are translated from the Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury   "The Third Day" She is sitting to partake a meal Pushing aside pangs of sorrow No one dies of sorrow Hunger remains Till one is alive Death gets dwarfed by hunger   "Eye" Life would depart Leaving the body lying on earth Someone would cry …

Poem Sun

By Guna Moran   Translated from the Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury   I cry inconsolably after reading a poem I can’t stop myself from crying out After penning a poem The poems that I read Under such pencil of light It is a boon of a star That expired a hundred years ago A hundred years …