The Light by Malay Roy Choudhury

I get a thud-kick in pitch dark thick on belly and tumble
Hands tied at the back on damp floor shack to humble
Lights flash on face eyes blind in case I spin
Then lights go off a boot or two rough on chin
I feel blood drips and snail down the lips in trickle
The glare blinks on and off and on and off in ripple
A hot metal rod scalds hard breast broad to snip flesh warm
The lights hem in piercing thin a ruthless swarm
Red eyes get shut in blinding rut my vision erode
Final blackout in grisly rout in elliptic node
I prepare my grit to encounter the hit as a fightback code.

From: http://www.kaurab.com/english/bengali_poetry/malay.html

Date: 19?? (Bengali); 1985 (English)

By: Malay Roy Choudhury (1939- )

Translated by: Malay Roy Choudhury (1939- )

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