Even if one flips and fleets the pages of Bare Face
By Jayanta Mahapatra,
One will find the same bare face of the poet,
The same unchanged Mahapatra.
His imagery whatever be that finally takes to
His utter lapsing into the realms of
Nothingness, existentialism and nihilism
And the poet appears to be bewildered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem