By I take refuse in the serene bosom of loneliness
When the presence around
appear unbearable to me
The much I seek remedy from the tedious presence
They appear more lively in the bosom of loneliness
From whom I wish to stay away often
loneliness brings it closer in living form
The things that I wish to forget
loneliness makes me remember again
The things that I feign not to see
loneliness makes them appear more visible
Perhaps why
So many do feel afraid of loneliness
Translated from Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhary
-Written by Guna Moran
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