The Lamp-post, My Sweetheart!
Jayanta Oinam *
A dirty lamp-post that I called my sweetheart,
It stood there, waiting for me
Every night, in a raunchy street.
Through the canteen, I passed by
And the undisclosed infatuation and the pervert thereof
Chide me every single night, and my humility, so humbled
Hug it so tight; it refuses to let me go.
Thus it became my sweetheart.
A step aback and a glance
Moments later,
My wife back home,
Her warm beguile
And some splendid creatures in the lawn,
They all forbid me my domestication with the lamp-post;
They all afraid, I am alone
And I wonder how do they know!
By the infidels,
They called it the blot, but
For me it is a replenish theme on life.
By the faithful,
They called it passion, but
For me it is dream-song.
It stood there, all by itself
Asking questions and looking for an asylum.
It is indeed my sweetheart.
* 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 December 30, 2008.
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