Original : Assamese : Guna Moran
Translation : Bibekananda Choudhury
Two rivers flow along merged together
From the confluence
Two streams become one
And flow along
A God given life is possible
Only with the help of confluence
Except the two dilapidated dykes
The river do not have a house
To call its own
Like the river do not have a favourite dress
Except rubbish skull of wilted tree
River knows only to carry water
It can’t control fish
The scion of water
River talks to the sky daily
The fish seeks asylum in the holes
The river accompanies the fish to the sea
Fish moves upstream
The river current trains the fish of heroism
The fish fails to learn and
fills the stomach of the egrets
Fish do not even understand
The value of water
Neither
The value of river
Still
River flows along
Merges onto the sea
Leaving behind
To the scion of water
A school of benevolence
