(Translated from the Assamese by Nabina Das.)
Without really asking he stepped inside, opening up
the doors of my heart
Immediately on entering he broke the flower vase of my
love
What a nuisance this person is
he came in the morning
so I fed him entertained him
and now it’s eventide
but this guest just doesn’t leave
Night descends
the guest, he has a restful sleep on my own bed
Around midnight he suddenly takes out this bundle from his chest
handing it to me as he leaves…
he must catch the night train
I open the bundle and see—
just like the flower vase of my love
there lies his heart all shattered.
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