Hiren Bhattacharya
Translated from original Asomiya
By Dibyajyoti Sarma
Who fights with death, the music of life
Is exact at the minuteness of death, sound is that
Tune’s eternal quote
Behind my back, there is a colossal man—poem person
I walk beside his shadow, colleting falling leaves of memory
Light passes through clear dreams. I don’t know what a poem is
Who the companions are on the road of my fearsome journey, or
My own trammels; I come out breaking my own statuette
Or in my entirety, I enter the ground
I am completely under the ground, soil touches my body
Soil surrounds me from above and below
Soil is in my salty tongue.
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