Through The Confluence Of Silence Poem by Pradip Saikia

Which deity's shadow on your face
Killing fields
Heart pounds
Limbs shivers
The statue of night tired numb

The corpses of battle sleeping
Crimson grass
Ash
Lampblack coloured earth

Severed torso
Chariot wheels
Broken shields
Dead stallion

Mournful adolescent face
Of the sundown evening
The Sun dead
Pierced by the spear

In your face
Blood of the Kesaikhaity

Darkness oozing in droplets
Carnival song of death

Ash flies
Filling the world with smoke
The half burnt wood of life stinks

The spoilt stars plummets
It burns and dies down
In the eyes of the dead animal
Blood splattered star
Still people call for battles and wars
They invite them

When will the day come
The trinklets of dream will tinkle
Through the confluence of silence
Some newborn will enter
Strumming a tanpura

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury