In the darkness of the record room
One cannot see another
Swim in the pool of tears
Self possessed in ones own face
For this bioscope
Eager
Mad
Longing
These earthly people
In the ink of self portrait
Soaked for entire life
No one sees another
You also know
O grass-doll
The future of ruined sculpture
A shadowy evening of the studio
No one will see one's own face
After departure of Buddha
The pendulum will stop
In the scary scene of the drama
All misty mirrors
Will be shattered
# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury
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