Prince Poem by Pradip Saikia

A little boy riding in on a horse
Unveiled a mammoth door

Stone door
The last century

Turban on his head. White feather
Finger of time on the flute
Gently streaming water

Neelachal behind the door
Fragrant garden
Bright captivating horizon
Wheat fields of Van Gogh

Once at this very place
I found myself
The lonely somber boy

He asked for a horse from the indigent God
To traverse all the cosmic paths of dreams

Resonant time
Trampled by the horse mounted by the boy
I got a new lease of life once again
In the yellow wheat field

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury