Dark Face Of The Mask Poem by Pradip Saikia

Even after chasing ten horizons
You have not found yourself
The sunshine on your face

How did you cross over so many night bridges
To reach the wharf of fog

Only you are inside you
An intoxicated smell
You yourself sleep in your eyes
You burn in your chest
Your rainbow

You burn in the gunpowder
You pluck
The lotus of the sapekhati beel
Chasing all ten horizons

You have washed yourself in Bhomoraguri
Dug up- refilled it again with sand

Where are you going
Burning furiously
Will o' the wisp
To Dalimbari

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury