Mamoni Sharma - poem (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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POEM BY MAMONI SARMA
Mamoni Sharma, Dibrugarh, Assam.
She is a renowned poet. Secretary-Dibrugarh District Moinaparijat. Secretary - MahiyasiSeuji Sahitya Manch, Dibrugarh District. Life Member -All Assam Moina Parijat. She is also awarded for her services. She has published three books "The evening I want to name a collection of poems" has been published.
WHAT IS THE NAME OF MY CREATION
In every evening with silent conversation
In silent conversation every evening
If only the voids could be loosened aside
I wouldn't have encountered it in the evenings of loneliness
Confession of a pathetic smile,
I want to be the touch of the river and the sky
So, I often tell time-
"With your golden hands
nurture me."
Stop in the streets of celebration nowadays
Sometimes I become a rock.
I feel like I'm lost somewhere-
In the unfading pages
I am tired of chasing the sources of loss.
Opportunities are imprisoned in the afternoon
A clear picture of losing oneself.
Is it true to get or true to lose
Life asks in tears,
Both are true
The second moon of Krishna says with a smile
(Translated: Rajeshri Senapati Gogoi)
Prepared Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter
