Come Rain

(Aha Baraxun) 

BIPULJYOTI SAIKIA

Windows are open. 

Wash away the monotony

Cover the earth

With the white sea

Let the worshipped ancient sun go down in the courtyard 

Wash these dusty hands

So that I could set sail again

Striking with the oars

Not blood , the bluish water of the Yamuna of my sorrows

So that I could open up the vein of the current and look through.

Wash the shadow of the blood smeared face

So that I could drink with the cupped hands the water from the lotus                        

                                                                                                            pond 

So that I could see the ripe season of the eyes again, clearing the

                                                                                                    hyacinth . 

Come rain

Ajar is my door,

Open are the windows.