TODAY -
Death is An Art
Parthajit Borah *
Greeting the poet by blowing the Shankha and singing the tranquil hymns.
Silvery moonlit of the night lulled him on his green womb.
Vigorous smilling of the Daffodils smeared jubilant hopes.
Threading of the spinning wheel breaks the silence of ethos.
A swarm of bees fell on the Bokul to peep the sanguine dawn.
A parliament of owls wistfully flew over the tree.
The broken wings of the blue butterfly stalked on the white robe, for drawing the portrait of heart
(A tribute to Hiru Da on his death anniversary)
* Poem written by Parthajit Borah for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on July 19 2017.
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