Ballad Of Night Poem by Gayatri Phukan

BALLAD OF NIGHT
Original: Assamese: Gayatri Phukan
Staying awake
And a knife ready to strike
In my hand
That can tear up the serenity of night
The night has its own voice
That hides itself in the daylight
Just one thing
Maybe just a little thing
that pierced me
Oh! What a pain
As if
Slowly gradually
It would burrow deep into me
Yet
Just a small thing
I know it well
Still it appears like
A misunderstanding never ending

Translated by; Bibekananda Choudhury