Rebellion Poem by Prem Narayan Nath

Darkness trembled on the flute of the night
sitting in darkness I wrote
the dialogue of undigested sorrow

Conviction burnt in the eyes
From the palate to the palm
one after another mighty horses did race

Every flower of darkness
burnt like lamps --
lamps of blood-red roses

Darkness trembled in the flute
of the night
sitting in darkness I heard
the flute of the heart.


Translated by Pradip Khataniar