(Translated from the Bengali by Sampurna Chattarji.)
I never kept the sky-truths hidden
Just open a bird’s skull and see.
In the lower reaches the male and female birds flew.
Holding space like a tilted bowl far above
I used to capture them on film.
The one who had witnessed this scene, today not even light
Can escape from within him.
There’s neither day nor night there, just the frozen
Jelly of dark time the measure of a beat.
All around him the ash-filled sockets
Of extinct constellations.
Taking the vast light with me I edge away
From its circular path, slowly, slowly, towards outermost
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