–Preety Bora
The road that I used
to walk is full of dust.
The flower that I wanted
to kiss is withering now.
Even, the butterfly that I wanted
to touch is flying away
The only, my soul that
I desire to look, is
calm and weary in sadness.
I pray to God
to hold my grief forever.
I travel between joy and solitude
climbing the old loneliness
I only want to renew myself
like an old river's quiet.
The poetess, Mrs Preety Bora lives in Golaghat, Assam. She is a homemaker. She weaves poetry in both languages : in English and in Assamese (her Mother Tongue). She is the Co-Editor of a bilingual book entitled “Hejar Kabir Xopoon”(Part 1). And her poems have been featured in various anthologies and magazines in India and in foreign countries too. She is highly inspired by Nature.
This poetry was previously published in yourquote.in.