Pity On My Expectation!
Jayanta Oinam *
My understanding never exceeds my expectation,
This is how I built my world around.
A rising Sun, it never disguises my sight
Neither the dying Moon,
They all charm me, and
I live my life, thoroughly understood!
But my understanding, it precedes my existence
I know the honest contemplation:
It survives amidst the ruins of livelihood
Again my understanding, it surrenders to the existence.
My expectations are limited;
A simple breathe in the fresh air,
Few threads of fibre, and
A warm wet kiss',
And my understanding forbids me all the qualms!
So, how do I go about living, in my existence?
Every night, I burn myself, bit by bit
Not to arouse any further temptation that
They heartily called life.
I wanted to burn myself,
Not because I can't sleep
Nor because I am afraid of the awaiting Morning
But only because,
There isn't enough love to satiate my hunger
And there isn't not enough prejudice in my favour
To love me, like I love myself.
In fact, I am hungry and this is my understanding
And I am afraid if it will exceed my expectation.
* 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 April 04, 2009.
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