(26 December 1926 – 14 July 2002 / Guwahati / India)


Ah, it is pleasant
We are sitting ,simply sitting
Sitting silently.
I have so many things to tell
Which I know I cannot, shall not tell

Last night I talked with me
Of too many this and that—-
I was in an anguish to tell

But now
This is enough——we are sitting.
The sun above is throwing little pebbles of its rays
Through the leaves of the tree,
They are falling on your nose, lips and arms
Not on mine
We are sitting, sitting —-
And we have had our talk.

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