Best Poem of Nabakanta Barua

We housed them in prisons
For they wanted a home,
We killed them for they wanted eternal life
Then bulldozed their prisons into fields of corn

What’s that hand sticking out from the earth?
Other hands will sprout from it ...
And tickle us to death.

[ Translated by Pradip Acharya ] . . .
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Within this dark shell
All emptiness is substantial
The sky and the earth reach me
In all elastic opacity.
Severely sensuous is this mystic opacity
A self-indulging hermaphrodite god
The earthworm told me; the leech confided.

Self-indulgence begets nightmares
Bonny civilizations end in . . .
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