Poetry at Sangam



GUEST by Nilim Kumar

(Translated from the Assamese by Nabina Das.)

Without really asking he stepped inside, opening up

the doors of my heart

Immediately on entering he broke the flower vase of my


What a nuisance this person is

he came in the morning

so I fed him entertained him

and now it’s eventide

but this guest just doesn’t leave

Night descends

the guest, he has a restful sleep on my own bed

Around midnight he suddenly takes out this bundle from his chest

handing it to me as he leaves…

he must catch the night train

I open the bundle and see—

just like the flower vase of my love

there lies his heart all shattered.