Answer to a Question without Solution

I wrote this poem in my mother tongue Axomiya (Assamese) yesterday and translated to English today. This poem is part of a series of poems I am writing for last nine months or so in Axomiya and sharing in Facebook from time to time. Not all of them are translated to English yet though I hope to do it someday.

Why did you ask me answer
To a question without one,
I gave you my heart
Without any question,
Alas, you didn’t wait
Even for a moment
For an answer,
Away you went
To a place too far,
The new address,
You didn’t share,
Today I wait forever,
Door to my heart, ajar,
And in the pubs,
As the barmaids pour wine,
In goblets kept filled,
I search for an answer,
To that question without solution,
Of yours.

নিমিলা অঙ্কৰ উত্তৰ

কিয়নো সুধিছিলা বাৰু তুমি
নিমিলা অঙ্কৰ উত্তৰ,
মইতো দিছিলোঁ তোমাক
বিনা প্ৰশ্নই মোৰ অন্তৰ,
নকৰিলা অপেক্ষা তুমি অকণো
পাবলৈ উত্তৰ প্ৰশ্নৰ,
গুচি গ’লা দূৰণিলৈ,
নজনালা নতুন ঠিকনা তোমাৰ,
অপেক্ষা আজি মোৰ চিৰন্তন,
উন্মুক্ত দুৱাৰ হৃদয়ৰ,
আৰু পানশালাত চাকীয়ে
পূৰ্ণ কৰা পিয়লাত মদিৰাৰ,
অহৰহ বিচাৰোঁ মই
তোমাৰ নিমিলা অঙ্কৰ উত্তৰ।

Broken Record

I want a permanent address in your heart

You want a perpetual renter, for me it is hard

You excel in new tunes on the chords

My stylus is stuck in the grooves of a broken record

My love, pain of unspoken words

Is worse than the stabs of an assassin’s swords

Man with No Address

I am happy the way I am
Neither weighed down
By pocket full of money
Nor anchored
With chains on my feet
Without regrets
No permanent address
To shackle me down
When the call comes
Will depart
With a smile
Next port of call
Beckons