The frenzy of a brutal sky
Has ended.
Green waves ripple
Through the restive fields.
White flowers of the sugarcane
Pierce the inky sky
As autumn whispers —
Every poem has its season.
With every shaft of light —
Amazement.
With passion —
Words awaken.
The original version of this poem is written in Assamese. The literal translation of this poem was made by Uddipana Goswami. The final translated version of the poem is by Workshop.
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