This bittersweet work personifies River Bhramaputra as a naughty child.
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There he goes flooding a hamlet,
fishing for a naturalist among all.
Trades one last deal with the delta
as monsoon disrobes his rest.
Overhears South West Wind's annual arrangement,
exercising his best butterfly stroke.
Then accosts naive plains
in one final lap.
The sprite of rivers
BHRAMAPUTRA.
Shedding his pen name Tsangpo
like a second skin,
swirling with his favourite tributaries,
he imitates flying kisses of Assam tea gardens,
terraced bonhomie as it is.
The naughty man child Bhramaputra,
planting random pecks and stolen glances at folklores.
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A radiant demand is sought
as fragrancy of Rongali Bihu harvests joy.
A time when he's calm, shallow and draws margins of composure.
His overweening free will equal to streaming throngs at the hill top pilgrimage.
Kamakhya then restrains her third eye and guards her sentinels,
so high and far flung,
so as to minoritise his ego.
The Eastern truant
He swells with pride
Takes his community's lead and lets loose his unnatural annual dance
as graceless and footless as it is.
To which he betrays none of his imp like ways.
Or the notoriety of the human burden.
Until he finds the true naturalist,
The non abusive patron
who simply tugs at his pure depth,
He charts his moody course.
Lest that one cannot be found,
Bhramaputra,
the agile troublemaker,
goes flooding plains of yore.
Again!
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GLOSSARY
*Bhramaputra is a large river that flows through the state of Assam and is inevitably among the largest in the world; the state of Assam, on the other hand, is famous for its tea gardens and beauty.
Bhramaputra is known as Tsangpo too and has made way for one of the largest river islands of the world, which is called Majuli island.
#Kamakhya: one of the forms of Goddess Durga whose temple is situated on a hill , below which the mighty Bhramaputra flows.
#Rongali Bihu: the popular dance form of Assam, meant to signify the season of good harvest and renewed possibilities.
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