Only A Poem!
Jayanta Oinam *
I am a poet, who wear bullet proof vest
I am a poet, who is afraid of stray bullets
I am a poet, who dies every night with his words;
And I am a wasted poet.
Siroy Lily was sweetheart,
I have had a photo of it.
Now I have another fence,
And few more graves.
That day, I proposed a Tangkhul Girl
Today, I know a Meitei widow
And my mother wants me to marry
But the girl is caught in the curfew.
I am a poet.
I know I can write poems in hurry
I know I can chide them all
Guns, roses, condoms and strikes
But I am not sure
If I am afraid?
A cozy gun, hidden below my pillow
Another rose in my garden
And few used condoms in streets;
A frightened poet isn't enough,
I know strikes are coming.
* 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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