Calling you flower,
Have I descended in hell?
As all those long-curled memories
Cheat me so nicely
Of those sparks that dance,
Those that freeze us in between,
Night’s lonely hour I cared
Leaping headlong cursed by God;
Hell was always smooth, cool,
Before you look fevered.
Heaven’s now a delicious hell
That sits and sometimes jumps
Like unicorn over my heart,
Looking for any eve’s humbled lie?
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.