The Weight Of The Lead Poem by Bhaben Barua
The Weight Of The Lead
Search, search in the bosom of night
With your hands outstretched
Those hands where time keeps moving.
Search in the mirrors at daytime
With your fingers in the reflection of your face;
Where darkness keeps moving.
All along descending relentlessly
Is a heavy load of lead.
Your face is dark,
In your hands is the weight of lead.
[Translated by D. N. Bezboruah]
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