Wings On The Arms Poem by Prayag Saikia

In these very woods he had
Embraced obscurity;
He'd come fleeing from a faith,
That seized from one's view
The telescope
And ended horizon at the naked eye's range.


This man had in these very woods,
Like a bird soaring over the world,
Put on two wings on his arms,
He belonged not to those days,
He was today's.

If you too yearn to turn your back
Against the many rigid faiths,
Come to these woods.

These woods exist not in the present
But in the distant years after.

(Translated by Krishna Dulal Baruah)
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