The Wail Poem by Pradip Saikia
The Wail
Do you recognise me
I am the doll
The stillness of the rock
Charred dreams
An urnful of ashes
Have you ever heard
Wail of the night
With short breathes
Of a fairy
Wings chopped off
The forest though silent
Look how
In the shadow of the burnt tree
My lips are quivering
# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury
Monday, March 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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