Dear rain, tonight I shall drench
All my icy necessities, fumbling hesitations
Innuendos and evening that could call me
By my nick name
Seasons are real darlings and you –
If I could desire, my changed attires thrown aside
Like the pavements that ran with the cars
Missing and lost.
Plato and everything – they smelt
And what tip tap musings through your curves,
I hesitate to see, feel shy, during my green desires
Till you let me touch, know.
Tonight when the sun left us untold, dark,
Will you call me by the name? Blushing fool!
Then let’s dance
In this shining rain
Like the ancient frogs still to know
The delights of the earth’s desire or water,
Dancing, missing and lost.
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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