Storm
On a breathless stormy night,
Congealed flakes of cloud
Are racing ahead
Ripping the icy-cold
Current of blood.
The golden hue
Of the blood-spitting heart
Is dwindling
Into spindly contours
In the vast expanse of the blue.
Standing still
At the mound of torturous youth
I recall,
Once i desired to be a cloud.
Translated by Nayan Jyoti Hazarika
Hiren Bhattacharya (b.1932-d.2012) was an Assamese poet and lyricist best known for his lyric poems.
Nayan Jyoti Hazarika is an Assistant Professor, Department of English, Duliajan College, Assam.