The Window
I open the door
when you are not beside me
In your absence
through the window
I see colourful butterflies
in the garden outside
The beauty of that garden
you won’t see without me
The window remains shut
when you’re beside me
In your presence
the garden in the closed room
is filled with buzzing
None other than you
can see
can hear
that sweet buzzing
Love
After a love
Love doesn’t
come to an end
The heart has so many rooms
Each room is
a walking ground
free for the pedestrians of life
They sit
get up
in the room of their choice
live if they like
or else go away
The pedestrians can’t be trusted
(Translated by Nirendra Nath Thakuria)
Guna Moran is an established poet.
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