POEM BY NIJARA BARMAN DEKA

A thousand purple hue
In the Lagerstroemia tree of
My entryway,
This is the Season of Blossoming Lagerstroemia
I was waiting…
that my beloved would come,
There were so many emotions in my heart,
I was out of breathe
I can’t finish saying it
Many secrets of the heart.
I thought on the enrtyway of my beloved,
I will sow the fragrance of thousands of flowers.
I’ll build my own ‘Indraprastha’
With my sweetheart,
But The dreams of the dark night
sleeping in the core of heart
Became the statue of ‘Ajanta’.
Heartbeat turns unheard
I’m swimming in the pace of time with my breaths of pain,
Still, it is in the season
of blossoming Lagerstroemia
I’ll wait for you to come
Until the time my sunrise