He Poem by Pradip Saikia

I won't be able to describe you the sceneries
After crucification
In the podium of cruces
Whom Simon Zelots perceived
In the instability of a rusted nail

He sanctified the door to hell with forgiveness

I am not a tree
Am a boy rowing in the storm

I won't be able to tell you the unbearable darkness
Of the leaking roof

I am a very common boy staring at the empty pot

Simon Zelots, o faithful companion of god
Whom you beheld in the forgiveness-episode of the drama
He was not human

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury