HIS’TRY TKNG

My patient,
A young man named “Identification”,
Coming from the realm
Where the breeze can not breathe,
The eart convulses,
And water dies of thirst,
Has been admitted to the hospital
With the presenting complaints of:

Sorrow, for the last fifteen days
Hunger, for the last five days
Anger, since two days back.

A stooped farmer by profession,
He is sad when
His farms, his precious farsms,
Fail to give corp.
His eyes reflect all his sorrows
But there are no tears.
When his child wails in hunger
He gets angry
And to vent his frustration,
He beats up his loving wife.

On examination, it has been seen, Sir
He is Earth,
He is Water,
He is Air.

Sir,
Will he never talk again?
Translated from Dr. Pranjal Goswami’s Assamese poem of the same name