Have you ever seen
The yellows of my land
The color is
All over here
On the leaves
Above the hills
Through the river
Only that color like a bed
The children of my Valley
Don’t know how to grasp
and climb with the shine of sky’s
Their hand
Their face
Their eye’s
And their dreams also flashed by the wind of red
Potters are still running behind the lifeless face
Who will capture my forefathers cave
The color of death
Cover my daffodils ease .
(c) raju baruah’2010
