Requiem Of A Lost Dream!
Jayanta Oinam *
My silence and the darkness ahead
I feared, what if I looked damn for a demon
In the dark, without a word for the soul
Standing in silent vicissitudes and
Ever approaching living dreams,
Like a staccato in a rhythm
In some wintry evenings
All bleak and hoarse, and
My being came to a halt
In audible screech...
And, my friends,
They proclaimed of a dream
And the dead song, unequivocal
Of the dream, dreaded feared, for
A requiem in the dawn, of
Some late risers like
You and I...
Then,
Every one of us
In my silence
Called me a dead poet;
But did we know
I was long dead
Even for a dead poem
That I recite in our numerous graves!
Forgive me my friends
I did tried to weave few dreams
But it seems
We are singing songs of dead
Evermore!
* Poem written by Jayanta Oinam ( a regular contributor to e-pao.net) on 12/13/2009. 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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