Blow Of The Conch Poem by Pradip Saikia

For the last time
In the whirlpool of smoke
A scream
A circular echo

Sonorous as a snake hood extended
Sand storm

Shattered Glass sky
Uprooted trees

Raining
Like burning arrows

Hot
Molten
Rocks

Dreadful like a dead bird
The ancient city of my birth

Panicky pallid faces
Of burnt down dreams
Stony humans

Tired in the gray light
My future
Sick hungry town

The night bereft of airborne birds
The blow of the conch

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury