Transparence Poem by Bhaben Barua

Down the very heart
Of a wide expanse of waters
Lies a music of transparence
Of unfathomable sorrows.

Amidst the reeds lie drawn there
In lines vibrant with hummings
The transparent sorrows.

Scattered there lie one or two rotten fruits.

Everything becomes transparent in that depth.

Everything gets measured --
The pressure of hands, the waves of light,
the speed of darkness...

Underneath the commotions of storms --
That music of transparence !