I Was Borne Again!
Jayanta Oinam *
Yesterday night,
Somebody bring me the news of me being born.
Yesterday night, I was born again.
I followed the messenger through the haze,
May be that was also a dream; and
Shovels and swords and knives and shields
Guns and bullets and grenades and helmets
May be those were my gifts from the Magi.
My spine shivers.
Another death, I thought again:
My corpse was the dispensation towards the God, and
The shredded membrane forecast the arrival of another pedestrian.
My soul laughs.
Yes, I was borne yesterday night.
Look at my umbilical chord:
I still clutch the belief threadbare, and
It smells the ruffian nerves.
I should breathe easy.
Another birth, perhaps:
Some caricature,
Strips of veins,
A super fast car, and
Her leather jacket with a damn.
Little far away, a mannequin smiles:
I am borne again.
* 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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