Clouds Poem by Prayag Saikia

(On a painting by Pranab Barua)

With the descent of clouds upon the foothills
The heart trickles
Down the expanse of a canvas.


Voicelessly, the painting speaks of issues
Tinged with the colours of feelings.

At a fickle pace time lurches ahead.

No sound of footsteps -
I fondle the clouds tenderly.

A spotted bird pulls down
The veil of the hills.

The colours sound
In coyness.
(Translated by Krishna Dulal Baruah)