Astonishment
Three fairies were flying past through the dense clouds
The dresses, adorned their bodies, like flowers
Are flowing in the breeze. Meghnad, behind the clouds,
without hurl darts, stone-gazed on at the fairies,
Unmoved, and from the weapons, without hurling explosives
Garlands of Beli flowers are coming out.
Their fragrance are engulfing the entire universe
The storm ebbs out. Meghnad forgets his promise,
Softened eyes emit dazzling lightning
The fairies plunged into the bosom of Meghnad
Warm scent of tits has softened all the tension of the Earth
Still, Meghnad can perform everything, but he can not move Away both of his eyes elsewhere, like a defeated soldier.
The Legend of Thirst
At times I look at Trishna, in the papers of newspaper
She hid herself in obscurity from the incidence.
One day I flew to Mehdi garden, talking with the wind
At that time she had in her hand
Colour of Mehdi, on her head adore headdress of different life
She sat on the throne lowering her face
She had thirst of a dry shoal- her friends
Didn’t understand all these- with wild fondness
They were singing spiritual songs
Then Trishna’s eyes emitted tears of forgetfulness
She tore away garland of roses of Basra
Nobody could understand, with extreme swiftness
Only one person plunged into the intense depth of ocean
Then the river had overflowing waves, from under the
Waves came out an unknown damsel. Only in the bough
Of Malatilata, a ‘piu kanha’ bird singing a song of eternity
Created an epic- called ‘Legend of Trishna’.
Dream
Move more slowly
Don’t wake up your poet
He is embracing you in sleep
You body has turned out suddenly to
Crimson coloured rose – in between secretly
Your poet’s tongue sucks up all the nectar
And showed you his devotion in his mind
Like this the path of life
Like a fast-moving fawn fly away in the horizon
But it’s hard to walk due to strewn thorns
A hand pulls the sprouting bud
A new dawn is seen removing the darkness of the night
I sit alone
And hear chirping od the birds
I look at the sky and see golden rays of Sun is approaching
I have to pass through the severe deprivation
I couldn’t look at your eyes
Tears fill my eyes, I did not bow down to the fear of life
I hug you fiercely and fill your lips with hundred kisses
In darkness, you call me, ‘Hey poet, get up
Its morning, do not sleep any more’
Wake me up and love me.
I wake up and see there’s nobody beside me
I’m all alone, and lost all the charm of life.
[1] Asim Saha (b. 1949), first book of poems ‘Purba-Pithibir Austhir Jyotsnae‘ was published in 1982