Astaraag Poem by Pradip Saikia

Perhaps the emptiness of a vacant postbox knows
The light of distance between us
In how much darkness from the cacophony of Sikh temple
This harsh music of silence

Suddenly doused
In the fluttering waves of thousand evening ‘diya's
Who is that young hermit in saffron attire
There is dream - no music
There is sound - no incantation
There is yagna - no fire

Only wave of emptiness
The meaningless journey of emptiness
From one circle to another

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury