Nights and Snake

He often whispers,

‘You, the snake charmer, sometimes

Step into our house too.’ I darted out

And after the busy nights of caresses

When he lays astray on smoky pillow

I trailed myself to the window, caressing myself

Out of fear, outside the chilly night

Debars the slightest poison

Heroes of archaic years stand in the cue

With their mourning hand and the broken swords

Something is there that needs something

And my coiling snakes

Murmuring, mourning, hissing into my ears

‘You, the snake charmer,

Sometimes step into our house too.’

Kousik Adhikari

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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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