A Letter Of Excellence Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

I'll nicely craft you
in my poems
to bag glory and awards,
letters of excellence.

What is going on
in and out here?
The black cobra
is searching for food
in the bird's nest,
Of acute hunger
myriads of dreams are
crushed on the red corridor.

Of global standard
I'll paint the color of blood
with images and metaphors.

Canthe poems reset the order
of the house tumbled down
rescue of disaster.
Can mere composition
of word orders and symbols
heal the wounds deeper
and invisible incision!

Why then
a poet still crafts a poem
knowing all
Is it for a letter of excellence?