T3 || আমার উমা || 26য় Supatra Sen

T3 || আমার উমা || 26য় Supatra Sen

The ‘Soul’ Dweller

Cloud complexioned and sturdy The strength of twenty bulls The courage of a lion The mastery of several skills Left her home Amidst rolling hills And waving paddy fields To make a living To thrive… She wouldn’t leave Without defeating poverty And debts… Not the child’s illness Not the fear of disease She worked… And worked Without rest Or remorse For triumph Over threats… and evils Drums rolled ‘Kaash’ bloomed Clouds sailed the blue heavens Autumn… She sought return The thought of Meeting another Like her On the jouney Homewards Spurred her… “One like me Together we shall… Fight and Survive… She’s my kind… My tribe…” An auspicious day Victory of the good Over evil The hill born Traced her path Home Only the ‘shiuli’ Left strewn On the path She had taken…