In The Half Moon Night Poem by Pradip Saikia

In the half moon night
The barley tins emptied by the tongues of the dolls
Observes my sleep

Corpses of words ejected by pendulum
Floats in ether

The old sailor
Recites remembrances of old boats
On the verandah of a moored ship

The leaves of the bottle brush plants
Weeps looking down drenched in dew

The doors of bones opens up with a creak at the half moon night
A group of dolls enters
Extends their fingers towards the stars

The wind returning back from pilgrimage
Pours the black fragrance on the bouquets of the budding flowers

The earthen lamp wants to bloom
On my thick fingers
That went to sleep gulping some sleeping pills

I am the hero
Of the dramatic scenes
Of the half moon night

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury