His spirit hovered
On the edge of doom
And before his eyes
Were a couple of books?
And his favourite illustration hanging in a frame
He looked outside the window
And saw
Children on their way
And the winter cascade falling from the heaven
The lakes were now frozen
And life now took a turn
The Elysian Gates now welcomed him
All his life he thought he was a burden on everybody
Now he had nothing to regret about

Mahima Gupta

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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