Tangle Poem by Sameer Shankar Dutta

In the darkness of drizzle jumping like a squirrel
whose voice is this?

It was just this spring the millipedes mated
And last night the wind uprooted the banana plant,
Their home

How empty I feel
In this light
How poor!

Amidst the forest of white anthill and black ants
I suffer
In the heath of my bosom the is aflame
Where are the ferns, the ferns?

In the dark grave night
Tearing the sky to pieces
The scream of topads

In front of an eye mingled with a dropped dew drop
Twinkles a firefly
In the nipple of a black she goat

I wonder where the forest is
From where the dew drop had fallen.

(Translated from original Assamese by Nurul Husssain)