This stunned silence is not usual. It is
The harbinger of something momentous
About to happen. Within, hidden
Maneuvers are going on unseen.
This is not the silence of a forest.
Someone out there is watching us
From a spinney of stars. Listening.
A wide sky is all ears. Some quiet deed
Will betide. Orders have been given secretly.
Suddenly, a commotion: from the east
A head bedraggled in blood
Comes bursting out of the horizon
With a scream of light—unfurling
An aureole of triumph across the vista.
Running helter-skelter, the ominous
Murderous shadows of darkness
Surrender the fray and field for now
Rummaging for places to hide.
This is not some trifling blood-sodden tale
Taken from human histories
Of wars and carnage:
Enduring on from long before the earth was
Born, it is a part of the interstellar
Life cycle of creation that remains
Unbroken.
Excerpted from Witnesses of Remembrance: Selected Newer Poems, trans. Apurva Narain, Eka, Westland, 2021
KUNWAR NARAIN, TRANSLATED BY APURVA NARAIN