Siddhartha Poem by Pradip Saikia

Where was I going
Riding a two-wheeled chariot
Through a green tunnel

Tearing through water
In search of an amaranth
The everlasting tree
Route to salvation

I didn't have anything
Except the blue stole

Here somewhere
Is the abode of Paul Cézanne
Garden of Goethe

What a wonder
A chariot of mica
Is also overwhelmed by the smoke of the oblation of fire

Where am I going
From eternity to eternity
Cutting out paths
With a pair of gold coloured horses

On my lips ancient hymns of the Rigveda

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury