Thought Attachment Poem by Pradip Saikia

On Christmas morning
The cobwebs fly in the mist of the canvas
The strands of sunlight hang on the white fork of the tree

Let us congratulate
The holy cobwebs
Removing our hats

The sun is waiting
To come into the warmth of their embrace

The hapless old spiders
Are birds that cannot fly in winter

In the morning of Christmas
The cobwebs shiver in cold upto the folds of the bones
A star comes out piercing the flesh

Its first scream
Flies out as a dragonfly

Till today haven't seen Santa Claus
The holy tree

Let us congratulate for the first time
Without our hats on
The flying star

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury