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,
Crazy,
And then – a bastard-kick
I shall not hesitate for dawn.
Kousik Adhikari
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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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