For the last time
In the whirlpool of smoke
A scream
A circular echo
Sonorous as a snake hood extended
Sand storm
Shattered Glass sky
Uprooted trees
Raining
Like burning arrows
Hot
Molten
Rocks
Dreadful like a dead bird
The ancient city of my birth
Panicky pallid faces
Of burnt down dreams
Stony humans
Tired in the gray light
My future
Sick hungry town
The night bereft of airborne birds
The blow of the conch
# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury
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