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
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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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