What Sceneries Are These Poem by Pradip Saikia

The sky scattered ashes
Hail storm inside the house
Trees uproot

The fishes sing in a chorus in the street
Strumming guitars
The fire of the water spout takes a walk

Over the forest
Where
The fallen leaves are in battle
The sail-less boats flies over with the cackling of geese

The horses howl in the fast flowing river

Accustomed to such sceneries
We are deaf, unperturbed
Only keen tourist of under the lake

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury