Jayanta Mahapatra Poems

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1.
Hunger

It was hard to believe the flesh was heavy on my back.
The fisherman said: Will you have her, carelessly,
trailing his nets and his nerves, as though his words
sanctified the purpose with which he faced himself.
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2.
Her Hand

The little girl's hand is made of darkness
How will I hold it?
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3.
Dawn At Puri

Endless crow noises
A skull in the holy sands
tilts its empty country towards hunger.
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4.
Freedom

At times, as I watch,
it seems as though my country's body
floats down somewhere on the river.
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5.
Grandfather

The yellowed diary's notes whisper in vernacular.
They sound the forgotten posture,
the cramped cry that forces me to hear that voice.
Now I stumble back in your black-paged wake.
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6.
Ash

The substance that stirs in my palm
could well be a dead man; no need
to show surprise at the dizzy acts of wind.
My old father sitting uncertainly three feet away
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7.
A Summer Poem

Over the soughing of the sombre wind
priests chant louder than ever;
the mouth of India opens.
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8.
A Rain Of Rites

Sometims a rain comes
slowly across the sky, that turns
upon its grey cloud, breaking away into light
before it reaches its objective.
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9.
Twilight

An orange flare
lights the pale panes of the hospital
in a final wish of daylight.
It's not yet dark.
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10.
The Moon Moments

The faint starlight rolls restlessly on the mat.
Those women talking outside have clouds passing across their eyes.
Always there is a moon that is taking me somewhere.
Why does one room invariably lead into other room?
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