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 … Continue reading Two Poems by Guna Moran
Summer Contest Poetry 3rd Place
Summer’s End; Autumn Prelude Alisdair L R I Hodgson What should be a scent on the breeze is nothing but a bluebottle on the wing; a moment of abstract connection in an otherwise secluded surrounding with that breeze surrounding me, my skin, hairs on end, drawing out the bumps and chasing the dying heat to … Continue reading Summer Contest Poetry 3rd Place
Academy of the Heart And Mind 