You stood
Drawing ingenious maps
On your busy nails,
Glancing like a woman,
Real, heavy, tormenting,
Under the innocent street-lights
October’s prancing moon
Disappeared,
Sweet-snake’s wind blowing
From another North, gathers
In patient-doctor waiting,
No need for another philosophy,
No need for Drake’s voyage now,
Storm’s ugly child-bite
Knows no houseless mothers.
Why have you disowned me?
Even without a sweat!
Waves retreat after
Every sincere strike,
Snails know
The art of water,
Only before the moon
Or magic of puberty?
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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