Cloud Poem by Prayag Saikia

When the clouds descend
To the foothills
The heart oozes and flows
Onto an endless canvas

The brush speaks in silence
Tales sprinkled with coloured feelings

Time proceeds with its amorous gait

With soundless footsteps
I try to feel the clouds softly

A spotted bird comes
And
Pulls the veil over the hills

Colour utters the words
With bashfulness

(Translated from Original Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury)