Jayanta Mahapatra as a poet of silence,
Eerie silence and bewitching,
Faith and doubt taking over
By turns
With suppositions and propositions.
The sea of silence
Encompassing and engulfing it all,
The silence of the void
Looking blank,
The skies meeting the landscape somewhere,
But drawing nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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