Jayanta Mahapatra a poet of the poetry of the absurd,
Not the drama of the absurd,
Life absurd, the world absurd
And we the absurd people
Peopling it.
Or one of light, light breaking forth at dawn
Or retreating back
And with this moving to the origin of the universe,
Of the world, of life,
The sound and speech?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem