Jyotishman Debnath


Ophelia And I - Poem by Jyotishman Debnath

ah! ophelia you know
all hemlets are same
and you must know
nothing can be done by these hemlets

but somehow I feel indebted to all ophelias
whatever they do a poem begins to bloom

a delicious dish by mother ophelia
thats a poem for my tongue
the melodicous voice of sister ophelia
thats a poem for my ear
the naked breast and the long hair of beloved ophelia
thats a poem for my eyes
ah! such a dangerously romantic feeling!

ophelia, senses and poems
may be these poems are not
like the lyrical ballads
may be these poems are like
the french symbolists

and for that reason it's tough
and for that we hemlets donot understand you
dear ophelias!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 4, 2011


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