Visa Poem by Pradip Saikia

What have you granted me
Akiro Kurusawa

The visa to remain alive in the world of the sun
Only six months
This long verandah
Painted in a smoky colour
Retreating
Kurusawa
In your Ikiru
The Bougainvillea will bloom
For only six months
Where am I to put my hands
Playing cards strewn everywhere
Old wines
Pawns of chessboard
Galloping stallion
Only six months
Kurusawa
Will the bed of sesame flowers
bloom

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury