#assamese
Some people don’t feel the heat.
It is because of those who don’t feel the heat,
that the empty paddy fields turn green,
the roads and bylanes stay clean.
the vehicles of noisy people move without obstruction.
Because of those who don’t feel the heat,
non-motorized rickshaws still move,
hand-pulled carts still survive.
Because of them,
gift packets, perfumes, birthday cakes
reach homes on time.
Some people don’t feel the heat,
and perhaps because of them
– even though fire and smoke pour daily from your mouths –
the earth has not turned to ash,
the city has not yet perished.
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Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 10:29 AM UTC
You drew it
My eternal hope indefinitely
A two-way garland of tears in unnecessary chaos
In the surfeit of love, life is a bag of colour.
Life is not interested in the passive temptation of achievement,
Life is a reminder
They come they go
A living place of joy-sadness.
Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 7:01 PM UTC