I too was a kid
When my brother was born
As I heard my mother crying
in pangs of childbirth
I asked the gathering of grandmas its cause
Rather than answering me
Smilingly they ask for a gift from me
The moment I create a poem
vividly I remember that very day of my mother
and I get carried away by unearthly feelings
Looking at my state of fearless indifference
my body unmoving with no physical pain
very often my shadow asks me
What’s happened to you
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Guna Moran
Tr.© Nirendra Nath Thakuria