Jayanta Mahapatra and his poetry
The poetry of the absurd,
The poet as an absurdist
And his poetry as absurdism
Believing in the poetry of the absurd.
Faith as frail as light falling
At dawn and twilight,
Doubt lurking within,
Suspense and suspicion taking over
The things.
What the purpose behind,
Why are we here,
Why are those there,
Who are we
And for what are we for?
What are the substances light and darkness made of,
Where does light break forth from
And where does it retreat to finally,
Nothing is what it seems to be
And what it seems to be nothing?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem