Another Form Another Time Poem by Gayatri Phukan

Today it appeared as if the moon
Descended down
To the end of a long road
Sometimes it appears
That the Moon
Is a captivatingly beautiful woman
Everyone gazes mystified
The trees
The machine-like modern man too.
Sometimes
I appear to see the faces
Of all the people dear to me
That has departed.
Squatting on a mat on floor
Listening to the stories of grandma
The Moon appears to be hanging
On the moonlit courtyard
For a while
The heart transforms into a song.
Uncle once again taught us the trick to draw
In a single motion
On the slateboard
The form of crow or a rat
From an unknown point
The voice of friends come wafting
The king orders
This and that
What he ordered
This and that
The formless time
Melts down

-Gayatri Phukan
-Translated by Bibekananda Choudhury