Zero Of Circle Poem by Gayatri Phukan

ZERO OF CIRCLE
Original: : Assamese: : Gayatri Phukan

After being freed
From all the busyness
A pencil of moonlight
Is gradually inundating

The longing for a vacant circle
Made me dash towards the competition
relentlessly
I suffered in
Despair
Pain
Feeling the meaninglessness of
that colourful golden deer
I turned into a happy person
for one day
Perhaps tomorrow
I'd again make a dash
towards another dream
Would suffer
in another ailment
again would comprehend
nothingness
Like that
I would meet with death
one day
The plate containing my epitaph
would also tumble

Oh! How lonely the people are

Translated by Mr Bibekananda choudhury