TODAY -
Cactus And Poems
Jayanta Oinam *
I buried my poems
With my body
In a barren dream
And plant a cactus
Above the insoluble grave
Of fear!
Next morning
I found myself with sprouts of thorns,
Thorns, everywhere
In my chest, everywhere
In the body, for every hair;
And the poems
They resurrect
As thorns!
Of each poem I betrayed
There is a thorn, and
They grew like quaint dreams
Of December, and
My poems with every concoction
In its easy demeanor and
Craven of weary words, hushed:
'My body is still buried,
Dreaming and still worshiping visitors;
In dreams, in a vainly wrought coffin
Of hope, for a future yet to impregnate!'
* Poem written by Jayanta Oinam ( a regular contributor to e-pao.net) on December First Week 2009. The poet can be contacted at jayanta_oinam(at)rediffmail(dot)com . You can also check out his blog at Leitmotif
This poem was webcasted on March 21, 2010.
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