Lake- Tale A blood red arrow pierces The heart of the lake A bubble submerged in the lake Slowly enters the water world Water slowly swallows it Many a village is burnt out by fire That does not burn in the hearth to satiate hunger Bhogali bonfire burns and likewise burns hungry man The violin plays the tragic strain The bright faces Are illuminated by darkness While zooming the top view Of an HD photo I can see the flying skill Of a flock of birds.
Water Shadow The roots of rocks have twisted Round the fingers of the forest The fingers which paint The picture of time's error Whose colour is that water's shadow That the sky wears and changes... The eyes of a dead horse are open and dark violet A broken cry is slowly sinking Water takes the shape of the container The container contains according to size If water runs over to the floor One might slip and tumble down Where does the water shadow go in the evening Along the path across the field Does it or does it not merge with the void Of the water container?
Translated by Ananda Bormudoi
Mukesh Singha is an Assamese poet based in Morigaon, Assam.