Jayanta Mahapatra as a poet is
First of all a myth-maker;
An imagist of a high order
Taking the visionary glides.
Sitting by the door, he dreams to dwell far,
Depicted against the backdrop of
The mythico-historical background, he continues to evade us
With his escapades and flights of imagination,
Bringing poetry closer to physics,
Sociology, museumlogy, art and architecture.
Apart from being closer to what it brings him nearer to,
Feminism, bare realism and other ground realities twitch him
For an expression
And he really views them
With an aggrieved heart of own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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