Four Poems by Gayatri Devi Borthakur

Four Poems by Gayatri Devi Borthakur

God, Apple, Newton and Gravity

One day god unwillingly gave capital punishment to an apple

Maturity is equal to death sentence for them

But the apple was lucky enough
And had fame and lifelines too in his stock
So took the U-turn from death’s house.

(God should not have forgotten that)

Newton,
The root-researcher of the earth
Noticed the apple

The apple finally took a relaxed breathe

Newton too

God was a little bit disappointed

He was not in a mood to recall the three lows of motion
One by one

Once for gravity only
God took the incarnation of Varaha*

Newton left the matter in the wind

God kept him out of the competition

Maintained himself in a particular point
You may say in a relative distance

For the apple
For Newton
For Gravity

For the relative gravity of the earth…

* Varaha: An incarnation of lord Vishnu to save the slinked Earth.

 

A night with a finger

Spent a full night
With a finger*

The finger did not approach to me
Spontaneously

I just went in

Last night
I
Without any reason
Paged down an ambiguous page of history

From that page
The finger in terrific labor pain
Moved towards me

I said
Please put me on the unturned armor of self-praise
And getting a change
I also asked,
‘Oh you! The pathetically imprisoned finger
What do you want to bring forth.
Please… once more…’

After pin drop silence
Amidst the coagulated blood
Listened the feeble first cry
Of the pale Gandhiva*…

(This poem is based on the legend of Ashvatthama.
*Ashvatthama
*The bow of Arjuna.)

 

Dhatri Panna—the untold story

Last night
I passed through
The streets of mower

I listened a sound weeping
I followed

It was you
Dhatri Panna

I asked
You came back
When did you

She in a feeble voice said
I just wanted to see
How my country is!

Are you happy?
Dhatri Panna
I exclaimed

I have to bring forth my story again
My soul, my dream no where is
I want to see the real face my
Story
I gave my son, my life for thee only
And you all have made me to weep for the country
Save her
Dying she is

This time firmly she said
History always repeats
You should not forget…

Longed Democracy

To sprout like a tree
She befriended the Sun

To reflect the sky touching history of Eucalyptus in her heart
She longed for the green of springs

She, with a desire to compose the worthy seed of democracy,
Cracked the enclosures of firm stones

She
Prolonged the myths of rivers

Every sunset too
Has its own meaningful beauty
And so
She folded all her furrowed sorrows
Consciously

…

Gayatri Devi Borthakur

Gayatri Devi Borthakur (1980), a teacher by profession, is a poetess, story writer, translator from Assam. She also writes poems and stories for children. She completed her master’s in Sanskrit. Her articles, Poems etc. are published in various magazines and newspapers of Assam.

Read : Chandan Goswami Four Poems: Translated by Gayatri Devi Borthakur

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