TODAY -
Death Fragrance!
Jayanta Oinam *
It's hard to follow the whims insane
It's hard to understand the rhetoric lies
But the fragrance of livelihood,
And the certain evidence on inhibition;
They all come in hordes
While I am dying!
Like a routine,
I return to my four-walled rented room
Anytime I wanted to return home;
Certain fragrance draws me there
And I wish to call it my home.
Like a die hard habit,
I breathe my soul, in and out
Every time I wanted to feel alive;
The exhilarating gasp in the mouth
And I wonder about this life.
Not to be taken seriously,
I was not happy doing the rounds, of a life
Breathing, eating, sleeping
All I wanted was to smell the life, and
Lost in its fragrance.
* 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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