Jayanta Mahapatra as a poet of the space,
The horizons hanging
Meeting with the landscapes
At a distance
With the things lurking on,
Astrophysics and astronomy,
Not astrology,
Light and darkness,
How does it come breaking
At dawn break,
The rays glistening,
The origin of the universe theory,
A poet of shadow space and random descent.
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