Jayanta Mahapatra

(22 October 1928 - / Cuttack / India)

Jayanta Mahapatra Poems

1. Her Hand 3/29/2012
2. Hunger 3/29/2012
3. Freedom 3/29/2012
4. Ash 3/29/2012
5. Grandfather 12/27/2013
6. Dhauli 12/27/2013
7. A Summer Poem 12/27/2013
8. Dawn At Puri 12/27/2013
9. A Rain Of Rites 12/27/2013
10. The Captive Air Of Chandipur-On-Sea 12/27/2013
11. Summer 12/27/2013
12. Taste For Tomorrow 12/27/2013
13. The Moon Moments 12/27/2013
14. The Indian Way 12/27/2013
15. Twilight 12/27/2013
16. The Vase 12/27/2013
17. Main Temple Street 12/27/2013
18. Sanskrit 12/27/2013
Best Poem of Jayanta Mahapatra

Her Hand

The little girl's hand is made of darkness
How will I hold it?

The streetlamps hang like decapitated heads
Blood opens that terrible door between us

The wide mouth of the country is clamped in pain
while its body writhes on its bed of nails

This little girl has just her raped body
for me to reach her

The weight of my guilt is unable
to overcome my resistance to hug her

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At times, as I watch,
it seems as though my country's body
floats down somewhere on the river.

Left alone, I grow into
a half-disembodied bamboo,
its lower part sunk
into itself on the bank.

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