Poetry

Jean-Etienne Minh-Duy Poirrier photo

By

Guna Moran

Democracy

I raised my hand in salute to the tricolour.

There were claps all around.

I did not see Bapu hidden behind his hand woven dress.

Democracy has become a recurring festival.

Translated by Sadiqul Islam

Guna Moran

I am an Assamese poet. I dwell in Assam, belonging to India. I have been composing poems since my school days, At present, my poems have been published in reputed newspappers and magazines and have been translated into Italian and French languages.