POEM

By Ajit Khataniar

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]