That hides away in my cotton pockets
Sucking blood of emptiness
In whose eight wonderful legs golden anklets tinkle
In whose twinkling of diamond-like eyes
I am mesmerized
The fiery hunger in its tongue
It is my shadow - the illusive companion
A green spider beyond my reach
As the sun sets like a home bound steed
It ventures out like an old citizen in a morning stroll
With dancing steps on its eight legs
And a deceptive smiling countenance
It commences its journey
When the pre-dawn breeze taps the tips of the slumbering trees
My slender fingers are crushed between its sharp teeth
Sucking at the bloodstream
It nibbles away all the pages of my epic
Whose moments erodes drop by drop
Like a melting candle
What a wonder
Its companion in a secret pouch
A green spider
Of another era
# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury
intriguing draw with dancing rhyme- reveals the spider with its eight legs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and nicely crafted in persuasive expressions with conviction. Thanks for sharing Pradip.