Death Anniversary of A Witch

(Dedicated to the countless women killed on the suspicion of being witches)

Breaking the earth sprouts
That burning body

In the air, hangs a screech
Slowly, it fades into thousand screams

A flickering blue fire
Floats in the air

Draws fresh wounds in the
Hearts of men

The trees of the night recognise the darkness
The people of the night find

The terrified face of the woman
Without magic, without malice

When will death come?
When will death come?

Death comes when a poisoned
Arrow pierces the jackfruit leaf

Days become Past

The weeping of the relatives float in the forest
Unknowable, in the fields unharnessed

In the sand islets on the river
In the tiny hutments ablaze in fire

Breaking the earth sprouts
That burning body

In the air hangs a screech
From faraway

I am telling you
Today is the witch’s death anniversary

(Original Assamese poem translated to English by Mr. Dibyajyoti Sarma)