TODAY -
Dead Poem!
Jayanta Oinam *
In the land of dead
All the poets write dead poems
On obituaries and dreams
Without graves and shrouds, and
Death becomes just another face of life.
Far away from my land
I still try to smell the dead,
In my dead poems, through
The faces I see and images I grow up with
And all you can do is: read,
Read these lines, without knowing
I am bleeding!
* Poem written by Jayanta Oinam ( a regular contributor to e-pao.net) . 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 May 05, 2009.
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