The Unheard Voice Poem by Pradip Saikia

He is not a winged fire
But
An indomitable horse rider

Wiping the tears
It crosses over
The midday river
In a stride

In the narrow trails of sleep
He jumps up startled at the echo of a neigh

The landscape flinches in fear

The gigantic white horse
That neighs round the clock

On the other side of the endless neighing
Silent noise

An ancient neigh
In my bloodstream

Memory is the entity
Of the future forest trails

O unheard voice

# Translated from Assamese to English by: Bibekananda Chowdhury