My name is poem
I am
decked with garland of language
My heart
is ambrodaried with rhymed verse.
In the
cup of epicureanist broker
I am
reproached and raped.
In the
cup of romantic poet
I become
restless and unsteady.
In the
cup of the poet,
Suffering
from the pang of separation
I become
walting tree.
But,
when the protesting word
Dripping
from the cup of revolutionary poet
And blow
my heart
I feel
proud, then
I become
furious Durga Samunda
For the bribery and corrupted persons.
About the author: Ajit Khataniar is a poet, lyricist, writer, social worker and director of ‘Angkia Bhaona’ – a kind of classical drama of Satriya culture of Assam. He is engaged in Satriya culture since 1991. He has been a member of a literary forum, namely, ‘Sahitya Parishad’ through which they organize creative activities including poetry writing and recitation, etc. ‘Jeevan Trishna’ is his published book of 27 songs.[Read More]
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