Poetry
Ode to the Discarded
While sitting on the curb, I see a rusty old bolt laying on the pavement. I pick it up, turn it and feel its
While sitting on the curb, I see a rusty old bolt laying on the pavement. I pick it up, turn it and feel its
I know how it feels when no one wants you –they won’t leave you alone. They won’t leave you alone. Their downcast eyes look through
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I always have a dream Flowing into my veins like a stream Throughout my life I wander about Having deep faith to reach it, no
Original : Assamese : Guna Moran Translation : Bibekananda Choudhury I frisson on seeing a snake As if the long venomous tongue jutting out
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