Poem
Jiban Narah
The Lesson — 1
In a wide roomI see a forest
Tearing the forests of images
I draw the line of a river
on the palm of my hand
From the piles of books I tear out pages
make boats and let them drift
In their hands
I’m beginning a new chapter
on a grammatical form
© Translation: 2009, Krishna Dulal Barua
From: The Buddha and Other poems: Translated from the Assamese
Publisher: Monsoon Editions, Calicut, 2009
From: The Buddha and Other poems: Translated from the Assamese
Publisher: Monsoon Editions, Calicut, 2009
THE LESSON - 1
© 2000, Jiban Narah
From: Tā-ri-ri
Publisher: Bak, Guwahati
From: Tā-ri-ri
Publisher: Bak, Guwahati
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The Lesson — 1
In a wide roomI see a forest
Tearing the forests of images
I draw the line of a river
on the palm of my hand
From the piles of books I tear out pages
make boats and let them drift
In their hands
I’m beginning a new chapter
on a grammatical form
© 2009, Krishna Dulal Barua
From: The Buddha and Other poems: Translated from the Assamese
Publisher: 2009, Monsoon Editions, Calicut
From: The Buddha and Other poems: Translated from the Assamese
Publisher: 2009, Monsoon Editions, Calicut
The Lesson — 1
In a wide roomI see a forest
Tearing the forests of images
I draw the line of a river
on the palm of my hand
From the piles of books I tear out pages
make boats and let them drift
In their hands
I’m beginning a new chapter
on a grammatical form
© 2009, Krishna Dulal Barua
From: The Buddha and Other poems: Translated from the Assamese
Publisher: 2009, Monsoon Editions, Calicut
From: The Buddha and Other poems: Translated from the Assamese
Publisher: 2009, Monsoon Editions, Calicut
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