The Engraver Poem by Pradip Saikia

An unknown face
Peeping whole night through a peeping hole

Dumbness in the eyes
Or
Elsewhere

A field of sesame flowers
Shakes

They say
I am an engraver

In exchange of secret sceneries
They wanted my wondrous etchings

I am to etch
On the bare coins

Blistered face
On the frosted petals

They say - I am an engraver

In my drawing room
The faceless masks dazzles

I cannot engrave
On the face of the waves
Even if the tide sings for us
Marine songs
# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury