Hand1 Poem by Pradip Saikia

Forgive my foolishness
O powerful hand

In the orb of smoke
I am
Senseless
Supportless
Vanquished

Let your victory be certain
O invisible hand

The flowing water
I am entwined in the voice of a conch

Shouting triumphant hurrahs
In the gradually thickening wild mist

Listening the triumphant hurrah
Over the forests
Yellow of the yellows

O controller
Soulful electric hand

You are looking at the
Horrific scenes of my sleep

Bloodied in the bedecked air
Those naked scenes

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury