ON THE DAY OF YOUR ESCAPE
Sailen Routray
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| Photo Credit - Wikimedia Commons |
On the day of your escape,
lotuses bloom in the sky.
And I can walk, finally, on the thin filmof the mercury of my sorrow.
On the day of your escape,
the sunflowers in my garden
laugh uproariously
like a bouquet of shameless whores;
their voices like the echo
of the explosion of your silence.
like a bouquet of shameless whores;
their voices like the echo
of the explosion of your silence.
On the day of your escape
the gunpowder of your memories
falls with the intensity of untimely rains;
and penetrating the pores of my body
like uninvited sawdust
cruelly amuses like Chinese torture.
the gunpowder of your memories
falls with the intensity of untimely rains;
and penetrating the pores of my body
like uninvited sawdust
cruelly amuses like Chinese torture.
Note: This poem was first published in November 2011 in the thirteenth issue of the bilingual webzine Pratilipi. Its Odia version was published for the first time, in this blog on 28th of October, earlier this year.
Sailen.. it reads so well.. U can always follow this up with a footnote in the next issue.. that would add upto a discussion..
ReplyDeleteLovely work from U, always..
A footnote? I don't get what you mean. Regards.
DeleteHi Sailen,
ReplyDeleteI'm not surprised to see this thinker in you which you were, even in our student days. It's been 16 years! Wonderful to read your mind.
Keep Writing
Warmly
Ketki Borkar(Ingle)
URCD2004
Hi Ketaki! Hope you are doing fine. It's great to hear from you. And yes, it's been nearly 17 years now since the last we interacted. Thanks for your kind words. Let's stay in touch. Regards.
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