Bhairabi Baro - Bodo

Bhairabi Baro

MABADI SWHWR BEYW

 

Jwng gwswkhangwn

Som som khwma serau khwnafwinai Badibw

Gwswkhangwn Biswr anggw khalamhwinai

Gongse swhwrkhoubw

Hanthamela arw kongkritni hwngw-dwngwjwng

Raubw raukhoubw sinailaywi hang mwnsoywi

Mukhubthifwrkhou jwng gwswkhangwn

 

 

Arw jwng oraini thakhay gwsw khangwn

Jebla gamiau laukhar wngkham Jagwn,

Dubli Bariau Sona Bidang Maifwrkhou Deikhangjengwn

Jebla Mwnabilini Sathikou Sukhangjengwn

Jebla sithlani khónayau araj gabgwn

Esingni ogdabau or sujengwn

Jebla Bwisagw rongjanai kherai sibigwn

 

Jwng gwswkhangwn.

***** 

 

WHAT CITY IS THIS?

        English translation         

        by Prof.Anil kr Baro

 

We will recall

Oft and on, the sounds that pass through the ear.

 

Will recall the City endeared by them walking up and down through the crowded hubs of concrete and recall the unfamiliar and breathless busy ness of city folks.

And will recall forever,

Whenever we share a feast at village picnic, or 

Whenever we go to harvest the golden crops of the season,

Whenever we light earthen lamp in the evening

And offer the evening prayer at the corner of the courtyard and

Light the hearth at the kitchen, we recall

Whenever we offer Kherai worship before the singing and dancing of Bwisagu festival.

 

 

MABLABA SOM MWNBWLA NAILANGPHWI JWNGNI GAMI

 

Jeraokhi thaya manw

Gidir nwgwrma 

Nongabla gubun hadwranw jaya manw

Mablaba nwng phwiywbla gamijwng

Nailang jwngni gamikhwoubw 

Hablang jwngni noao

 

Beao sanphrwmbw gwdan gwdan mwngwn gaswikhwbw

Nwng sithla gakhangphwigrw mwna 

Dandise jonaini unaonw nwngkhwou gwjwn hwnw

Abwia mininanwi bungwn - phwidwngbla jwou bidwi lwnglangthardw

Nathai Aaia saha kaphseni thakhai swngphwigwn

 

Jwng gamini sorasonsra subung

Jwng sanw - thwinanini unao raobw jebw langpha haya

Janai lwngnai gannai jwmnai rwhw rwhw dongbabw ha jalangwn

Khali nagar langjwbw jwng jekhwoubw

 

Jwng bebadinw jiu khangw

Aphaya swrangbanw dubliao mwswou hwlangw

Dwijlang meseng bini mengrunaikhwou jwng mwndangso jwba

Maba mwnbao nangwou labao nangwou hwnna

Beni jinggabw bini mwkhangao nua

Arw mablaba makhwouba khwmanangnaini dukhu dikhara 

Somni hadri arw habruphwr badinw gwrwb langphayw

 

Nwng beyao phwiywbl 

Jiuni wngthikhwou tharwinw mwjangwi mithisingwn

Arw sinaigwn - gamini nwrwm gwrbwni

Subungphwrni jiu khangnaini khanthi

 

Nwng, khebse... Khebselo...

Mablaba som mwnbwla nailangphwi jwngni gami

****

 

IF YOU HAVE TIME, COME TO SEE OUR VILLAGE.

         English translation

         by Prof.Anil Kr.Baro

If you have time sometimes come to our village 

From wherever you stay, cities big or other countries.

If you come sometimes

Step in our village and touch at my home

Where you will find everything new every day.

 

Here, soon after you reach

Our grandma will welcome you with joubidwi (Rice beer) 

Mom will beg you to have a cup of tea.

 

 

Simple Village folk we are.

We believe no one can carry with us the eatables, dresses or countless treasures after our death 

Only these will turn to ashes

We lead life like this.

 

Our father goes to plough early at dawn with the bullocks

Both in the rainy and winter days

None of us realise his fatigue nor does his face reflect any despair and dissatisfaction.

If you come here, you will realise the true meaning of Life

And come to know the ways of the soft hearted Life of the folks 

Come only once, just for once and see our village.

 ***

Miss Bhairabi Boro is an MA in Assamese and Boro literature and an M. Phil degree holder. Presently she is serving as the Head of the dept. of Boro, Jawaharlal Nehru College, Boko, Assam India.  Apart from writing poems and articles on varied topics, she has been contributing to the field of literary translation. 

To her credit, she has translated a novel "Hriday Ek Bijnapan" penned by prolific Assamese Novelist Mrs Anuradha Sarma Pujari to Boro language with the title, "Gwrbwa Mwnse Phwsaodingnai ". A collection of poems of Miss Boro would be released titled "Hadrini Jwbtha Methai".

 

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Indigenous Voices of India :: Setu, November 2022

Bijit Gwra Ramchiary - Bodo

Bijit Gwra Ramchiary

GAMIA DABW GWJAN NONGA

Gwthwi dwimani pharnwi rungung serao

Berephungja-phungja nudwngmwn

Gwthang gwrlwi gangsw phwrni sayao

Jiu gwmanai subungphwrni soho

Thwiphwrkhwou bwhwinai nudwngmwn

Gwthwini nijwn daharao

Buhumni bikha gejerao jinir nangnai

Beyw mwnse gidir dakhwn

Bima-Bipha sanwibw nena dongomwn

Nathai, jebw gidirsin onthwb gwianwn

Be songsarao

Jebla thwini gwja gabkhwou

Akhaiao jwngnw gothaiyw 

Jwngni bikhaya bontho badi rwhw-rwhw khamw

Arw dandisenw gwran buhuma gusu okhajwng siglabw

Okhorse phukhrini serao jwng

Gwswkhangw santhro haywi gwmalangnai

Angwphwrni mohor-mwkhangphwrkhou

Naihor honwi Gwthwi dwisakhwou

Nwng mabaphwr nuhurdwng ne ?

Nathai ang nuhurdwng khaise thwini dagw

Jerwi bwhwiyw thwini rwdayao kharsrabai thanai thwi

Belarwm som jabwnai lwgw lwgw

Gwthang mukhub simang phwra

Bwhwikhar langw Gwthwini dwi daharao

Jenoba buhumni sithase khwmsia

Mwikhari badi khuga sina dongo

Dinwi phin angni gami arw ang 

Undu phinnw hanai nonglia.

***

English Translation

THE VILLAGE IS STILL NOT FAR

The two sides of Death

As soon as morning

The dead bodies of people are seen

On the green grass.

 

The blood is falling in Death yelling

I have seen

It is a stigma dropped on the

Face of the world.

 

Mother and father were together

But, nothing surprises in this world

When handing over blood to us.

 

Our hearts burn like wood

Dry world gets cold by rain

Staying in front of a pond, we miss

Thousands of lost faces.

Look at Death.

Did you see anything? 

I still see something stuck

Like a red blood flowing inside the blood cycle.

 

When the evening goes down

Busy dreams of the body

Flows through the waves of Death

A part of the darkness comes into the world

By opening the mouth

The village and I will not sleep again tonight.

***

SOM

Angni okhrangni singao

Santhro haywi muaphwrkhwu

Phwthainaini unaobw

Gaokhou phwthainaya jwbwr gwbrab

Subungphwra gaonikhrui phwthayw abong laorikhwou, nongkhaikhwou, mwikhari phwrkhwou

Nathai jwng phwthaiya nosungseni subungphwrkhwou

Bekhainw guli-barud phwra

Sanpha apha gwhw gwra jabwdwng

Rwja-rwja subungphwrkhwou butharsrangnaini unaobw

Beyw mengakhwi

Manwna beyw gaokhwou arw gaoni gwhw bwlwkhwou phwthayw

Jwng daohani thakhai khanthi siphaibai

Buhumni gilu -balu gwhwkhwou dinthinw

Gwjwna da buhumniphrai gwma langbai

Odebani subunga gaoni thakhai

Arw subungphwrni thakhai khebse

Gaokhwou phwthai nangwoumwn

Nathai, subungphwra khebseni thakhaibw

Swdrwm jananwi dinthi hayakhiswi.

***

English Translation

TIME

Under my sky

There are many things

Despite trusting them all

It's so hard to believe myself

People trust in God more than themselves.

People trust lies

People trust terrorists

We don't even trust our neighbours.

So even today, ammunition becames the most powerful

Even after killing millions of people

It is not tired

Because it relies on its power

And people, didn't even trust themselves.

We break the law for war

To show the awesome powers in the world

Peace is lost!

If those terrible powers are so confident

For once, people should trust themselves

To be good and superior.

There is no more valuable trustworthy thing in the world

And people cannot even trust themselves.

***

PROFILE: Bijit Gwra Ramchiary ( Born in 1991 India, Assam) is a Bodo poet, fiction writer and translator. He was born in 1991 in Choudhuritup, Assam, North East India. He holds Bachelor's Degree in science and knows English and Hindi besides Bodo . He has also been translating into Bodo and some of his poems and stories have been published in various literary journals. He has four publications Gwrbwni Aroj ( poetry) , Rojenw Lirnai Angni Laijam( short stories) , Hor Gejerni Mwsa ( novel) and Khwmsi Horni Unao ( novel)  to his credit. His literary award achievement is Sahitya akademy yuva puraskar 2017, Dr. Ambedkar sahityashree national award 2018, Delhi. Indigenous Voices of India :: Setu, November 2022

Jwishri Boro - Bodo

Jwishri Boro

(1)

Dubri Arw Udangshree

 

Gusthi fenjanai jai boyjwngbw

Mabwrwi bungnw udangshreeni bathra?

Raojwng, faojwng gadobjadwng jai

Mabwrwi bungnw bargonaini bathra?

Jiumayanw Jerao neosigarjanai

Mabwrwi bungnw jioao louhabnaini bathra?

 

Theobw Khoro dwikhangnaini gwhwkhou Ishwranw horkhadwng,

Gusthi fijinaini gwhwkhou jwnwmanonw mwnbwkhadwng,

Sanni rwdayao gaokhounw fwjwngkhangnw jiumaya bithwn hwkhadwng.

 

Nwng ang gusthi fenblabw

Nwng-ang gadamblenw najablabw;

Dubriya udangwi hang bwnaini mwnthai dong.

Dubriya nihwrjwng bilwgw khanaini mwnthai dong.

Dubriya gaglija gaglija swrnwba jiu hwnaini gwhw dong.

Dubriya lothase dwiyao swmbronanwi ,

Buhumkhou gwthar khalamnw hanaini udangshree dong.

 

Durva and Freedom

 

                              Origin in Bodo- Jwishri Boro

Translated by- Bhuma Rani Bargoyary

 

 

Being ignored by all

How would one speak of freedom?

Let down of words and gesture

How would one express liberty?

Where the soul itself is forsaken

How would one speak of life’s endurance?

 

Still the Almighty has bestowed the strength to uphold our heads,

The strength to speak is our birth right,

To enlighten oneself with the rays of the rising sun, is the command of the soul.

 

You - me though ignore

You - me though try to defeat;

Durva has the right to breathe freely.

Durva has the liberty to bond in friendship with the dew.

Durva thought trampled several times has the courage to give life.

Durva when dipped in a lota (Kalash) of water has the freedom to purify the earth.

 

 

 

 

(2)

Nwngni-Angni Mwkhang

 

Gwmaniya gwjam huda

Bobao bobaodi habsonna thayw

Jiuni wngthi!

 

Bekhou dangrwm bwikhou sigrwm

Jiuni kharthaiyabwdi mohor swlaiyw

Nwng-Ang bandasw thasarini.

 

Swdwbni dingayao gwjaow simangni swler

Dwimani dwiyabw gab swlaibai thayw

 

Dukhukhou fwjao fwjao

Nwng-Ang gannw najayw

Rongjashuli gwswni mukha.

.

 

Your and My faces

 

                              Origin in Bodo- Jwishri Boro

Translated by- Bijit Goyary

 

 

The lost dies hard; old habits die hard.

Hide out somewhere, the curious.

The significance of life!

 

Searching hither and thither

The motion of life camouflages too.

The flunkeys of time we are.

 

A dream of a body floating on words like a boat

And a switch of colours on the river water.

 

Sorrows soaring in the air

You and I seek to sport the radiant mask

of our solitary heart.

BIO: Jwishri Boro, Born on 16^th January 1980, Master of Arts(Bodo) was awarded by Sahitya Akademi Yuva Purasker 2011 by Sahitya Akademi and Shatabdi Shamman 2019 by Bihar Hindi Sahitya Shammelan for her creativity works in literature. She also invited by the President of India Shri Pranab Kumar Mukherjee for the programme “writers-in-residence programme 2016” in the Rashtrapati Bhawan, New Delhi, where she was treated as the guest of The Honorable President of India for 15 days. She has eight publications till now. She is stenographer by profession at Bodoland Territorial Council Secretariat, BTC, Kokrajhar,BTAD,Assam.

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Indigenous Voices of India :: Setu, November 2022

Rashmi Choudhury - Bodo

Rashmi Choudhury

ANG THWIGWNKHALI

Ang thwigwnkhali

Buhuma rongjagwn

Mithinggaya swmkhwr gab gagwn

Manwna angni garangao

Dayw mithinggaya thajim jalia

Angni saikhlumao saikhlumni mohor gwilia

Ang thwigwnkhali amphwouphwra mwsagwn

Mwsrwmphwra mass rally khalamgwn

Manwna angni aganphwra biswrni langwnayao gwlwinai nonglia

Swrangblanw thenthua nangnai swdwb phwrao

Khaisw mwnnai nonglia

Somjwng riphinai

Sukhuni abung mwnse thasari

Ang thwigwnkhali dukhu damwn nwngbw

Bwi sanniphrai ang nwngni khamainaini

Khorsagiri janai nonglia

Ang da bikhani biswjwng abung mwnse musukha

Bujisohaywi gwrbwni garai

Undahani phungkha

Angni gwnangthiao debwr nangnai mwndangthi

Ringaphwrni ang khuni angayari

Ang thwigwnkhali nwng bobeyao thagwn mithinai nonga

Janangwou ang nunai nonga

Mwnnai nonga nwngni bilirthi

Khwnanai nonga janangwou angni rao arw swdwb

Mwnnai nonga janangwou

Amrita Pritam badi Imroz ni akhayao

Undunanwi jwbtha hang bwnw

Manwna ang thwigwnkhali

Buhuma rongjagwn

Mithinggaya boraigwn gwdan gwgw

Iyun jwlwi ni alasi

Swrangni abira boikhwoubw mwdan hwgwn

Sukhuni thasarijwng..

***

ON THE DAY OF MY DEATH

Translated by Dr. Anil Boro 

On the day of my death the world will rejoice, Nature will put on a green garb 

Because plants no longer breathe green 

Listening to my voice.

There are no more shades ... in my shadow.

On the day of my death the insects will dance.

Ants will gather in a mass rally. 

Because my step will no longer fall on their doorsteps. 

Words trembling at dawn will no longer be troubled:

A state of happiness in time's journey. 

On the day I die, don't be sad for me, you too.

From the day on, I will no longer eat from your fat income.

Now I am a doll living with the pain of the bosom. 

Sore of the unfathomable heart

A well of repentance.

In my living, rests feelings directionless of time's murder. 

I know not, where you would be on the day I die. 

Maybe, I will not see you.

I will not get the last touch of your hands.

Maybe I will not hear sounds and words from you 

Like Amrita Pritam and breathe the last breath

Lying on Imroses's palms. 

On the day I die, the world will rejoice... 

And Nature will usher in a new guest of the new

Breed, sparkling with happiness.

***

OR

Or or

Swrgiding or

Ukhundwi

Hwswdwng langthiathijwng

Gelenai golamni swler

Orni salaiphwra binilo songdan

Biswr mithia mithinwbw najaya

Golamni simang

Manwna biswr udangsrini mwnthai

Udangsrini phirphilla

Biswr udangsrini jatha

Udangsrini biswr methai

Golamni biswr dengkhw

Biswrni akhayao dahal - thungri

Bwrla -Thir

Silai kaman

Arw salaiao orni bakhri

Gwswblanw saotharw

Mwnse mithingga

Mwnse buhum 

Arw mwnse muga

Or or swrgiding or

Khabu mwnblanw saotharw

Sorogni langthia bigur

Biswr megon hwnw haya

Sorogni khorleb- khotheb thaoniao

Gaglijanai onthai serebfwrkhwou

Mwndang haya biswrni undaha

Manwna udangsrikhwou biswr gaoswrni

Akhai athumao

Arw seohanggar khalamw golamni mijing

Arw bebadinw hangar jalangw

Orni salaijwng

Mwnpha mwnpha mijing

Arw dwngse lama

Jaikhwou mwgthanga borayw.

****

FIRE

Translated by Prof. Anil Baro

Fire, fire

All around.

The smoke chases the slave body playing with nakedness.

The tongues of fire are only their finds. They know not, nor do they want to know the dreams of slavery.

They are rights of freedom.

The flags of liberty

The songs of liberty

The music of slaves.

Swords and shields, bows and arrows

Cannons and firearms on hand, they carry granary of fire.

Can enflame at will, the whole of Nature, one world, one era.

Fire, fire all around.

Can enflame at the slightest pretext, the naked skin of heaven.

They see not the burnt out pieces of rough stone.

They feel not laments of pebbles.

They press hard under their clutches 

And turn to ashes the dreams of the slaves.

And the tongues of fire transform the aspirations and roads to reality to ashes.

***

Rashmi Choudhury (b. 1974) is a prominent Bodo poet from Assam. Her works of poetry are well-known for having strong themes of feminism. She is acclaimed for her post-modernism style of writing. The poet has published two Bodo poetry books- Bublini Guthal (2011) and Sansrini Modira (2019). She has participated in several National and International Level poet meets including several programmes organized by the esteemed Sahitya Akademi. Two awards have been conferred on Choudhury: Bhaba Medhi Literary Award (2018) by Baksa Press Club and Dr. Ambedkar Fellowship National Award (2021) by Bharatiya Dalit Sahitya Akademi. Furthermore, she is currently serving (2018) as an Editor of Bodo Sahitya Sabha for the annual mouthpiece “The Bodo”. Simultaneously, she is the chairman of the mouthpiece Bagsri (published by Baksa District Bodo Sahitya Sabha) (2020) besides having been the chief editor for a multitude of magazines.

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Indigenous Voices of India :: Setu, November 2022

Rupali Swargiary - Bodo

Rupali Swargiary

Brief introduction of the Poet:

Dr. Rupali Swargiary born in 1978 born at Thaijoubari under Baksa District Assam is a poet, story writer, analyst, essay writer and a translator. She has also major contribution in the textbooks of Bodo medium as contributor, editor, translator and reviewer. She has presented many papers on literature, culture and language. Her poems and short stories are translated into Assamese, Hindi, Malayalam and Marathi Languages.  Her published books are-Songsarni Or (1998), Hangmani Dwima Serao (2003), Buhumni Bibar(2003), Khwmsi Okhrangao Gwrlwi Okhaphwr (2013),Jwnwm Gami (2014), Raithai Bihung, Gubun Gubun Raithai (2017),Jiumani Misil (2019), Khououni Methaini Ser Ser,( 2019) Raithai Bidang (2019) and many.

 

 

Gathwn

 

Nwibe gwjam gathwnao

Onjima gwiyi gathwnariya gathwnariya

Phwiyw arw thangw

Adom Ibhabw beonw phwidwngmwn

Beo ranthenw rwngi nijra bahwiyw.

Beo dwijlang phwiyw

Beo meseng phwiyw

swrbaya mini mini gidingw

swrbaya hangma dahajwng

mwkhang sayro jayw.

Beonw dongo baihajar mugani

 bobi jarimin.

Beo simang dong

Beo mwgthang dong

Arw dong daoha.

***

 

 

 

 

 

English Version:

 

Warf

 

On this old Warf

Countless people

Come and go

Adam and Eve also

Came here.

Here is a continuous

flow of people

 Summer comes here

Autumn comes here.

Some people spend their lives cheerfully

 and die happily.

Some people suffer throughout life

And die painfully. 

Here are thousand of ages

Unwritten history

Here is the reality

And war.

 

 

 

Thwini Besen

 

Blood bankao thwini angkhal

Swrbaya babrab babrab jiu gardwng

Thorthingse thwini lagwi

Honwi beonw sakhathi phakhathi

Thwini bana jadwng

Kharli-barli lama tharwi thwi

Jwngdwng subung goumani gejerao blao blao or

Khasri-bisri mwnamnay

Mansini hojri hojri gabkhraonai

bima biphaya phisani sohokhou nunanwi aoba jadwng

bikhayao latha khadwng

gwrbw singkhaonay dikharni mwdwi.

Swrniba khaphalao gwmwrdwng sindur

Swrhaba gwmajadwng gwrbwni amaythokhol

Swrhaba sikhojadwng jwnwmgiri.

Taj Khou mwnfinnw hagou

Nathay undwi kacheya

Gaoni bima-biphakhou mwnfingwndabi

Subungthiya jen phasi hwjabay

Nisthurni akhayao.

 

 

English Version:

 

Price of Blood

 

Blood bank lacks blood

Someone is dying due to lack of blood.

Look that

There is blood all around

There is a strong smell of raw blood

One’s anger and pride

There is blood amidst people

Screaming noise spread all around

Old parents,

Shocked to see the dead body of their son

They are speechless with mourning

The vermillion on someone’s forehead has been purged

Someone has become childless

Someone has lost his little child

Somebody has lost his mother

The TAJ can be rebuilt

But little Moshe will not regain

his lost parents

Humanity is hung

by merciless people.

 

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Anjalee Basumatary - Bodo

Anjalee Basumatary 

Bontho Murani Epitaph(Bodo language)

                               

Nwi be

Siphaijanai jaharni

Bontho murafra

War cemetery*ni

Mungkhlong khamphafwrbadi

Thong thong gosongnanwi dong.

 

Nathai beo gwiya

War cemeteryni

Bwi mungdangkha epitaph:

When you go home

Tell them of us and say

For their tomorrow 

We gave our today. 

 

Chlorophyll arw jiu gwiywi

Bontho murafra

Hakhou gwkhrwngwi homthananwi dong

Raogwiywi epitaph phwrmainw:

Mungkhlong janangbai jwng

Nehath jahwnao,

Un jwlwiyakhi 

Sonani be buhumkhou

Rwikha khalamnai nonga?

—--- × —--

*Kohima War Cemetery

THE EPITAPH OF STUMPS ( English translation)

                          —Anju 

The stumps in this denuded forest

Stand like the blocks

Of a war cemetery – 

Sad and silent.

 

But you don’t see

The epitaphs on them,

There is nothing to read like this:

When you go home

Tell them of us and say

For your tomorrow

We gave our today.*

 

Deprived of chlorophyll and life

These sticking stumps

Hold on to the land

To say the silent epitaph:

We have been sacrificed

For a futile cause. 

Will not the future generations

Rescue the earth 

This golden land of their abode?

—---- × —---- × —----

*Inscription at Kohima War Cemetery in Nagaland of India

 

 

Gwsw Thaoa Thaoa( Bodo language)

                         

Binifrai

Narathiliao saglwbnw hombaimwn mwnwbilia

Saikhongfrabw jeno thangfinbaimwn

Surnanwi gwlwo gwlao agan

 

Oblasimbw

Manwisw mwsou mukhubmwn gangsw janaiao

Janaggou jwbakhwimwn ukhwinai lubwinai

Janangou mablababw ohaya

Sanframbwni baruru nunaibadi janai arw saolenai

Thig jerwi hanthilamayao jiuni hanthinai daobainai

Thangfinnaini lamaya jaywkhwma bebadinw

Jwbwr baruru, harsing, aladinga, gwbrab

Bikhainwtho thafaya raobw lwgwri saikhongbadi

 

Dose unaonw phiritsigwn emphoufwra

Dose unao

Jwngsigwn rithi rithao sanggremafwr

Arw dose unaonw

Okhafwra lamfwigwn mayanang okhabling

 

Dohai belasiyaosw khaimayao gwjwmnai

Dwimani bikha jagwn ruphathi

—--×—-×—-

 

UNFULFILLED DESIRE (English translation)

And then

The evening engulfed the brown stubble

Of the paddy field

The shadows too returned as if

Walking at long paces

 

Till then

A few cattle were still busy grazing

May be their hunger was not fulfilled,

May be they were never satisfied.

Grazing and cud chewing every day

Seemed like a boring journey of life.

Perhaps the road of return is boring, lonely and difficult

And nobody accompanies one like the shadow

In the back journey of life.

 

After a little while

The crickets will sing

The fireflies will flicker,

And after a while,

The moon will spread its magical beam

 

And the river that was soaked in blue a while ago

Will become silver white.

—---- × —---- × —----

 

Bio: Anjalee Basumatary

*Pen name: Anju

*Hails from Kokrajhar, the headquarter of Bodoland Territorial Council in Assam of India.

*Teaches Physics in a college at Kokrajhar in Assam of India.

*Writes poetry in Bodo language.

*Has six collections of poems and one collection of prose.

*Awards:

1.    "Rangsar Award", highest award of Bodo Sahitya Sabha, the foremost literary organization of the Bodos in 2002 

2.    "Sahitya Akademi" of Govt of India in 2016

3.    "Pramod Chandra Literary Award" of Bodoland Territorial Council in 2017

*At present member of Bodo Advisory Board of Sahitya Akademi.

*At present President of Bodo Women Writers Association. 

*Has taken major role in forming Bodo Women Writers Association and    publishing its quarterly magazine named "Gambari"

*Has taken active role in publishing anthologies of poetry, short story and essay of Bodo women writers.

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Indigenous Voices of India :: Setu, November 2022