Storm Poem by Prayag Saikia

STORM

The song of storm does not understand reality
Storm contains the melody of destroying reality

The amassed hostility from the receptacle of the mind
Comes up like a tornado
And takes the form of storm

In storm
There is extreme contempt for reality

When a person transforms into a storm
Lightning strikes leaves in the rain-dampened fields
Mounds of remains of a crematorium

Storm is dangerous
But it is also the indicator of the eve
Of an incomparable grave

Where
A person losing his heart
Picks up the rhythm of sunshine
Though even for a moment
Man becomes
God of destruction

Swallowing poison to heart's content
At last transforms into a placid rock
Where the stunning sculpture of reality
Is engraved

(Translated from Original Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury)