My Home , My Assam

The Brahmaputra

Slowly as this Russian rain

Come down , flying past ,

I remember my native land

And tears flow for beloved ones .

The weather today is sad again ,

And, along it saddens my mind .

Some moments gone , I want to live ;

So let the time once rewind .

But I know it won’t !

Aye, I so well do !

And so ,

Along with several unrealized dreams ,

I encage those wishes

The Volga

With quiet remorse ;

In some nook

Let them lie .

O’ Russia , far is my country, though .

When I envision

My Brahmaputra flow

From Volga may emanate

A warmth alike .

 -          Amrita Sarkar.

Written on – 08/4/2004 ,

Published on – 10/5/2008 ,

Feelings ,The Assam Tribune .