Before The Fog Lifts Up Poem by Pradip Saikia

Let us change our torn tents
In our sleep

The eight-metalled ring and the wist watches
The old graying diaries

Let us remove the shadows of the masks
Of our faded thoughts

The lens-less glasses
Buttons soaked in blood

Let us bring back in the night itself
The footprints of the stallions
That left home

Planting a kiss in the seed vessel of the lotus
Of the children sleeping soundly

Let us enter
Into a playing flute another one
In the sleep

When the light chirps
All the conches will awake

Somewhere
A bead of the
Swati star will fall down
There will be hail of flowers in the face of sleep

Let us change
The dotara in our hands
Before the fog lifts

Dotara - A two stringed instrument

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury