Nowadays I forget everything

I don’t know why

For sure,

Paying vendor’s razor-sharp price

I forget to carry vegetables!

Even set out for toilet

When there’s none calling me dearly

By my sweet ancestral name

Someone advised me

‘Visit doctors.’

I wonder

What a doctor can do to me!

If he were such a remembering person

He could not treat others,

Then what’s the solution?

After much research

I decided,

After all, forgetting is not such

A dreadful thing,

Otherwise her trailing locks

Could make me locked,

Full moon could make me

Sinister, dumb, moon-stricken

So let’s forget forgetting

And leave the doctors

In their dear search

For forgetting fellows.

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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