The phantoms of time speaking
In the poetry of Jayanta Mahapatra
As the silent listeners
And the unknown horse-rider
Knocking at some haunted house mansion
Of the forest track,
But the phantom listeners listening to,
Responding not,
Not the ganjeris smoking ganja
From the chillum,
An earthenware pipe,
Clay baked and made,
Not talking about the marijuana smokers.
nice poem............... i also invite u to read mine....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time is the stuff of which life is made. Thanks for sharing on this important subject my friend!