Third Eye Poem by Pradip Saikia

When with an unshaven face
I say Good Morning
To you
O ancient mirror
You hand me over a razor

For this cosmic happenings
I am enchained to poems

Now I use to pray the Sun just with my eyes closed

Now I often take apart the lenses of the specs
Also take out the battery of my hearing aid

Through a dark opening of my ajar overcoat
Someone's hairy hand gropes for
My alter ego

Like a cup of black tea slipping off from hand
My eyes have disappeared

O mirror of fire of endless sea of water
I am still searching with the third eye

The button of my friend's coat
That does not assimilate in water

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury