Nights are very real things

Even in this mid-monarch life

I hesitate,

Hearing in winter nights

Mist swoops on callous earth, grass,

Newly-wedded mothers

On uncaring breasts,

Birds hurry to their nests

No calling bell reminds them

Any early hour wake,

Night – palpable, touchy –

Cry if I scold her,

I can wed you like any

River-walking girl,

Clean your fractures, basins

Any hidden surgery spot

Oozing life,

Love you till you swell,


And then – a bastard-kick

I shall not hesitate for dawn.

Kousik Adhikari

About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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