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Original: Assamese: Gayatri Phukan

The house
Once upon an elegant one
Stands by the roadside
Like a forlorn woman.

The floral designed
Lovelorn door
Remain in wait
Leaning on the wall
The disheveled tresses
appear like a
Ill maintained flower garden.

Once
The owner
Offered kisses
Lovingly
Yet it smiles
One or two flowers blooms.
The golden past
Enjoys a swing
In the swing with a missing armrest
The house is under one's control
At one's will
One can make and break a house
House is empty
No one remains a company
of a house.

Translation: Bibekananda Choudhury