Bondona Mahanta, poem
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BONDANA MAHANTA
Bondona Mahanta belonges to Assam, India and completed Masters in 1995.She had started her carrier as Lacturer of Assamese and simultaneously she becomes a prominent writer by publishing fifteen books till now.
REALITY
Since the age of epics,
Man has been in search of the "new."
Yet, when it comes to defining novelty,
Man remains utterly powerless.
Firm believers in external change,
Humans are simply unwilling
To change themselves.
In the quest for the definition of a "good human,"
We stumble and fall
Against the tiny pebbles on the road.
Nowadays, it seems
"Scholar" and "Pundit"—
These two words are like two garlands.
One can put them on at whim,
And cast them aside just as easily.
Just as man never learns to be frugal
Until a financial crisis strikes,
In the same way,
A society lost in the clamor of festivities
Never learns to build the ladder of progress.
Even when the raw, earthy scent
Rising from the rain-drenched parched soil
Spreads through the breeze,
The mindset to welcome it
Is now lost in a distant abyss.
Day by day,
Life is becoming
Like a snake’s deep hole near a bamboo grove
Terrifying and dark.
Those burdened by the weight of experience
Know well what the consequence is.
And yet,
Reality must be accepted.
Now, in search of the "East,"
Society is restless.
Society means people,
And people, after all,
Are us.
(Translator into English Rajeshri Senapati Gogoi)
