In The Red Moonlight Poem by Pradip Saikia

What a scene it is
That covers the afternoon mirror with bloodstains

An insect ensnared by tiger's snare
A man

The scene that was seen by a flock of birds
Suddenly airborne

Satabdi Express with countless windows
Went down
To the heart of turbulent water

Our unsteady hand
Whom to ask
How do we ask

A person
Wailing in a pool full of vermilion

The scene
That was seen by an owl
Alongwith a pig and a group of watchman whom sleep eluded

The red fingers
Of pale moonlight
Were writhing

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury