STORM
The song of storm does not understand reality
Storm contains the melody of destroying reality
The amassed hostility from the receptacle of the mind
Comes up like a tornado
And takes the form of storm
In storm
There is extreme contempt for reality
When a person transforms into a storm
Lightning strikes leaves in the rain-dampened fields
Mounds of remains of a crematorium
Storm is dangerous
But it is also the indicator of the eve
Of an incomparable grave
Where
A person losing his heart
Picks up the rhythm of sunshine
Though even for a moment
Man becomes
God of destruction
Swallowing poison to heart's content
At last transforms into a placid rock
Where the stunning sculpture of reality
Is engraved
(Translated from Original Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury)
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