What is new in Jayanta Mahapatra
Is the question that ask we,
The matter of physics as his poetry stuff,
Nothing is what it seems to be
And what it seems to be is nothing,
His poetry bordering on the fringe of nihilism,
his poetry the poetry of the absurd,
The existential question,
A study in light and darkness,
The dawn of light
And its retreat
And means it not easily,
Can hardly be paraphrased and explained
As nothing is what it seems to be
And is unintelligible, incomprehensible and obscure
And it is also true that he has
For the foreign audience, no the Indians.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the writing, thanks.