Red Spring Poem by Gayatri Phukan

Pointing at the flame tree
I said
Look,
That is spring
Red spring.

Friend said
Ask the city-dweller
Whether the hue of spring is
Red or white
Because hue of dust is white

Yes yes yes
Spring has many hues indeed
Like that of love
Spring is the season of love.

Wiping over
Showing her inflamed nose
My friend
Spat out in anger
Ask me
What spring actually means.

Yes yes yes
I said
Ask the poet
If the hue of spring is
Red or white

Original assamese poem
Translated by Bibekananda choudhury