I can see at night,
not in daytime.
After the nap
The ribs talk to the bedstead.
The unknown faces seen in daytime
come floating one by one.
I spend sleepless and restless nights,
I hoot in different voices over the year.
Some think there will be happy days,
some think there will be pains.
I forget the night’s dream in daytime,
I dream again after nightfall.
(Translated by Sadiqul Islam)
Guna Moran is an Assamese poet and critic. He lives in Assam, India. His poems are being published in various international magazines, journals and anthologies.