Jayanta Mahapatra

(22 October 1928 - / Cuttack / India)

Jayanta Mahapatra Poems

1. Hunger 3/29/2012
2. Her Hand 3/29/2012
3. Freedom 3/29/2012
4. A Summer Poem 12/27/2013
5. Ash 3/29/2012
6. Grandfather 12/27/2013
7. Dhauli 12/27/2013
8. A rain of rites 12/27/2013
9. Taste for Tomorrow 12/27/2013
10. Dawn at puri 12/27/2013
11. Main temple street 12/27/2013
12. Summer 12/27/2013
13. The Captive Air of Chandipur-on-Sea 12/27/2013
14. The Moon Moments 12/27/2013
15. Twilight 12/27/2013
16. Sanskrit 12/27/2013
17. The Vase 12/27/2013
18. The Indian Way 12/27/2013

Ash

The substance that stirs in my palm
could well be a dead man; no need
to show surprise at the dizzy acts of wind.
My old father sitting uncertainly three feet away

is the slow cloud against the sky:
so my heart's beating makes of me a survivor
over here where the sun quietly sets.
The ways of freeing myself:

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