Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










AT THE DINING TABLE by Nilim Kumar

(Translated from the Assamese by Nabina Das.)

We hadn’t placed a chair at the dining table for my mother.

We were all sitting around the table eating dinner.

She had come right then. On meeting her eyes

I coughed. I choked at the throat. My mother’s eyes

welled up with tears. I didn’t get up to go close

to my mother. I couldn’t carry on eating.

My family became concerned about me.

My mother didn’t recognize her own daughter-in-law

and granddaughters. My mother came after 17 years.

She was all of 27 years, just as before.

I was already older than my mother. My mother’s

eyes had welled up seeing me all grown up.