The weight of lead

Search,search in the bosom of night

With your hands outstretsched

Those hands where time keeps moving.

Search in the mirrors at daytime

With your fingers in the reflection of your face,

Where darkness keeps moving.

All along descending relentlessly

Is a heavy load of lead.

Your face is dark,

In your hands is the weight of lead.

- Bhaben Barua

Translated from Assamese by D N Bezboruah