Jayanta Mahapatra as an image-maker, a myth-weaker
And the rock-cut temple as a recurring image
In the poetry of his,
Telling of hunger, depravity and sexual appetite,
Light and darkness,
Their origins from
And the retreats back into.
The solitary landscapes of Orissa,
The hills, lakes, parks and rivers of it
Describes he,
The solitary spaces
And the dark hamlets of it,
The toils and tribulations of the dark daughters,
The myth and mysticism of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem