Dark Dreams By Kuldip Medhi

The evenings nowadays have become gloomy Across the bridge, a bright patch of light Disappears behind a curtain of mist Fields lie fallow After a day of festivities And roads wind their way With desolate minds Not a soul to be seen Only the whistling voice of the cricket Fills the evening He waits with a pale face at the end of the day As evening descends through the leaves and branches of trees The black chill of the night penetrates his clothes And fills his sleep with thick darkness A dark dream! (Translated from the original in Assamese "Kola Sapon" by Mrs. Ranjana Sharma)