Geetima Baruah Sarma, 18 listopada 2012
A pleasant day 'twas,
That turned into tears,
Long drive, long journey,
A trip to a distant city.
Left home in the morning,
Dad at the wheel was driving,
Brothers asked me riddles,
I tried to solve the puzzles.
The sun reached overhead,
Sandwiches, sweets we shared,
As destination half-way remained,
A soul-stirring incident happened.
Suddenly the road turned wavy,
The car toppled topsy-turvy,
Rolling once, twice, thrice,
Our tender nerves froze like ice.
I closed my eyes in fear,
O God save us, an earnest prayer,
Then slowly opened my tearful eyes,
But just couldn't believe my eyes!
Our backs were on the ground,
With countless people all around,
Dad, brothers looked at me,
I heaved a long sigh faintly.
Gradually the crowd dispersed,
Our car lied with wheels upward,
The day in my memories remained,
I thanked God for our lives regained.
[Published in the e-magazine 'Fried Eye' on 1 September 2011]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 25 marca 2012
Life ceases,
not for the soul
that travels through
myriad earthly bodies
between births and deaths,
untiring, undying.
The solitary traveller
enters and exits,
detached and peaceful
throughout the journey,
sans belongings,
sans company.
[Published in 'Your Space' of the e-journal 'Muse India' on 8 July 2011]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 23 marca 2012
The aroma of green tea,
Palm-laced beaches by the sea,
Beautiful thundering waterfalls,
Shopping spree at the malls,
A rejuvenation with a spa,
Christian pilgrimage in Goa,
Fresh snowfalls shivering the bone,
Pristine perfection carved in stone,
Enchanting wildlife on a safari,
The cushiest ride ever on a Ferrari,
Temple shrines representing reliance,
Heavenly Kashmir witnessing romance,
Expedition towards the majestic summit,
Gurgling rivers meandering proceed,
Just a glance through a kaleidoscope,
Fragments of India's recreation, wow!
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 2 July 2011]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 22 marca 2012
Salutations to you,
O Kalaguru,
Your love for culture,
Your songs about Nature,
Are still on our lips,
As treasure one keeps...
A versatile genius you were,
Your deeds shall never wear,
Your portrait of Sankardeva
And title bestowed for Tandava,
Rabha Sangeet your creations
And Siraj your direction,
Your acting in Era Bator Sur
And Ban Theatre in Tezpur...
An urge to demolish evil from nation,
Your lyrics reflected revolutionary notion,
For the need to uplift Assamese society,
You penned the book Axomiya Kristi...
[Published in the souvenir 'Umrong' on 20 June 2011]
Short note: This poem is a tribute to Bishnu Prasad Rabha, the great multi-faceted personality of Assam. Born on 31 January 1909, he was an established singer, a composer and a lyricist. His songs are known as 'Rabha Sangeet'. He was an extremely talented actor, film director and dancer. He was awarded the title 'Kalaguru' by Dr. Sarvapalli Radhakrishnan at Varanasi for his mesmerizing 'Tandava' dance of Lord Shiva. He also painted portraits of many great saints and penned several books in Assamese. He passed away on 20 June 1960. To commemorate this versatile genius, every year 20th June is celebrated as 'Bishnu Rabha Divas' in Assam.
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 21 marca 2012
Whoever he may be,
Tom, Dick or Harry,
Wretched poverty stares,
Sternly at his face,
Compelling him to toil,
With exertion and foil,
Losing childhood joy,
Discarding shame and coy,
Deprived of learning,
In course of earning,
To contribute for the family
And get rid of scarcity.
Little did he know,
The world thinks for him so,
Dedicating a day every year,
As World Day Against Child Labour,
Observing it on June 12,
By creating awareness and a wave,
To ban child labour
And protecting him forever.
[Published in the following:
(1) 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 11 June 2011
(2) 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 26 June 2011]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 19 marca 2012
The words shattered
His countless dreams
And he could imagine
His sand castles being
Knocked down by waves.
Remaining days could be
Counted on his fingers...
Alas! So much left undone.
Being stable was
His sole shield.
Wise proverbs instilled hope
To his flickering mind -
'A friend in need
Is a friend indeed'
And amazing indeed!
His friend stood beside,
With smiles of gratitude,
To donate an organ,
To shower love and charity,
To a helpful soul-mate,
Whom he owed his life,
His humble effort,
To save his friend,
To save a precious life.
[Published in 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 15 May 2011]
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 25 grudnia 2011
Dear Feelings, Horizon,
You inspire me to write on and on.
You've provided a platform for many poets,
To express their feelings and thoughts.
Horizon is the place for the sun to rise,
Feelings is the space for the poets to write.
My thanks to you for publishing my poems,
Every Saturday I eagerly wait to read poems.
Through this letter, I wish you 'Happy New Year',
Long live Feelings, may you prosper every year.
[Published in the 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 26 December 2009]
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