Junuka Barua Poem by Pradip Saikia

Did it stop here
A white stallion of yagna
Wearing a trinket

A flame has flown away
From the whiteness of a candle

In the ripples of ether
Suddenly still
In the emptiness of a stringing Sarod
Imon Kalyan

Raga Jaya Jayanti
The Sindhu Bhairabi of memory

Did it stop here
The fingers of the clock
Turning anti-clockwise

If you listen intently
Even today you will listen the soft tunes of Sitar
In the depths of Dighali Pukhuri

What a cubic death
In the empty easel of Picasso

The bright figure
Moving forward with its back to the Sun
Can never be touched
By our helpless call out

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury