Poem
Mamang Dai
No Dreams
No Dreams
No Dreams
The days are nothing.Plant and foliage grow silently,
at night a star falls down,
a leopard leaves its footprints.
The wind blows into my eyes
sometimes it stirs my heart
to see the land so plain and beautiful.
If I sit very still
I think I can join the big mountains
in their speechless ardour.
Where no sun is visible
the hills are washed with light.
The river sings
love floats!
love floats!
But I have no dreams.
© 2004, Mamang Dai
From: River Poems
Publisher: Writers Workshop, Kolkata
From: River Poems
Publisher: Writers Workshop, Kolkata
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No Dreams
The days are nothing.Plant and foliage grow silently,
at night a star falls down,
a leopard leaves its footprints.
The wind blows into my eyes
sometimes it stirs my heart
to see the land so plain and beautiful.
If I sit very still
I think I can join the big mountains
in their speechless ardour.
Where no sun is visible
the hills are washed with light.
The river sings
love floats!
love floats!
But I have no dreams.
From: River Poems
No Dreams
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