The Cosmic Voice Poem by Pradip Saikia
The Cosmic Voice
A vacillating ancient violin
Is sucking
Your sweat - blood
A travelling bird
On the stony fair hand without fingers
A puddle of water of the sunset
A long call flying to invisibility
Through the colours
Thisquietude
Through my veins that turned blue
The sound of violin in trying to move up
The fingers are craning their necks to have a look
The cosmic light is
Pulsating
In the stony pasture
# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury
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2/27/2026 6:07:24 PM # 1.0.0
Great topic for a poem- a relationship with a violin- already so poetic but when transmuted to words creates a whole new sentiment: is sucking your sweat-blood: like a vampire, that violin on the soul!