Door Of Paper By Jayanta Mahapatra: A Remix Reading Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Jayanta Mahapatra, after practicing poetry over the years,
Reminisces and remembers
The years spent in writing and perfecting it,
The beginning made,
The rejection slips got,
Fame doing the rounds
Across the seas.

The door of the heart needs to be knocked at,
As opens it not so often,
When it opens, the spectrum widens it,
The mental horizon
Opening new vistas and avenues of thought.

It is freedom necessary for writing,
The free mind essential
For taking the flight
And the poet a freeman
Thinking freely,
Dreaming and dwelling far.

The night coming from the hills,
Darkness returning to,
Birds chirping,
The darkness descending upon
The solitary hamlets
Of the dark daughters.

The rock-built temples
And their spaces
With the yoga-yoginis,
The lingam-yoni motif
Telling it mythically, mystically.

The landscapes lonely
With the sea touching the surface,
Natural habitats
In wild vegetation
Showing the coastal fringe.

Door, what door is it,
Is it the rock-built temple's door,
Congested, somewhat dark
Or the door of thought
Or of his childhood?