Blowin in The Wind is a song lyric of the road of life, where does it take to, where does it take, the road of life, the road of life? Blowin in the wind, he feels it, feels it, how many roads does a man take to before becoming a man, man and reaching the pathway?
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I just keep seeing you
I just keep seeingWhich but you do not,But what can I doAs I cannot help without it.My love-talk do not say it to othersAs they will laugh at meHearing it.
Poetry to Kumarendra Mallick
Of haikus.
Jayanta Mahapatra’s waiting is an absurdist waiting,
Who is Godot after all,Why do the tramps wait for?Similar the case with Jayanta Mahapatra’s poemsDealing with time, wait and futile turn up,An absurdistDrawing from existentialism and nihilismAs the space full of vacuum,Nothing is nowhereAnd man alone in the cosmos.Jayanta Mahapatra is a poet of waiting,Waiting for uselesslesslyAs all our todays and tomorrows have shown…
Modernism, the story of it, how to tell you,
Who modernistic?Who post-modern?
The highway falls it
And you cross it cautiously.
The wife-beaters
Giving discourses on feminism.The husband-desertersAs the feminists of IndiaIn the media glare.The talaq-givers of burkhawallis,Purdahwallis,Ghumtawallis.