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Wednesday, June 17, 2026

 Poet -Mamoni Sharma



Translator -Rajeshri Senapati Gogoi 



Grasp 


In every face-to-face encounter,


A breeze of collective happiness flows,


In every pause, there grows


The vermilion longing of imagination.


​The incomprehensible dialogues 


from Jatayu's throat,


I preserve those too, with careful grace,


They say the language of tangled images


Can be softened by a poem’s embrace.


​Within the dense depths of my darkness,


Herds of restless fawns dance incessantly,


Yet, the words are silent, the language is mute.


​I seem to have drifted apart


Still, I build a new sky every day.


No, there is no exchange in return,


Spring does not arrive just because a flower blooms.


​That is what I wonder


Why do the birds of human imagination


Fly to such soaring heights?


The sky that possesses not a trace of color,


They paint its shroud


Surely, with the colors of their own mind.




Bio-data 



​Mrs. Mamoni Sharma is a Poet and well-known literary and social worker of Dibrugarh. She is currently serving as the Secretary of the Dibrugarh District Moina Parijat and the President of Jeutimoral Moina Parijat. A Life Member of All Assam Moina Parijat, Mrs. Sharma also shares a deep passion for literature towards children. Her published poetry collection, titled "Abelitor Moi Naam Thobo Khojo" is a testament to her creative talent. She remains actively involved in both social responsibilities and literary pursuits.

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