Poetry by Pitambar Naik
Across the Shores of Pain
Last night in the market square I met a blind star
It was standing like a beggar of Kolkatta
Speaking in Greek with a few ghazals on lips
It had mastered the crispy caesuras of Mirza Ghalib’s poetry
Okay, thank you for checking out, so let me please you
After performing at the last show as a tragi-comedian
I’m a naked cacophony and dreadfully flat
And have worn all bruising tattoos for the next show
See how I am diminished to a minuscule?
Frankly speaking, I’m not Hercules nor am I Oedipus
This year’s blessing is duped by those linnet birds
This city of stubble-type lifeless bougainvillea yet to resuscitate
Now your future sways like birds’ nests in the palm forest
A few children play with lightening of grey stigmata
Across the shores of pain the coffin of Mars sheds tears
No’s, nudity and negativity in rampant
You never quit the world, a dead star you still-burn
Last night in the market square I met a blind star
It was standing like a beggar of Kolkatta
Speaking in Greek with a few ghazals on lips
It had mastered the crispy caesuras of Mirza Ghalib’s poetry
Okay, thank you for checking out, so let me please you
After performing at the last show as a tragi-comedian
I’m a naked cacophony and dreadfully flat
And have worn all bruising tattoos for the next show
See how I am diminished to a minuscule?
Frankly speaking, I’m not Hercules nor am I Oedipus
This year’s blessing is duped by those linnet birds
This city of stubble-type lifeless bougainvillea yet to resuscitate
Now your future sways like birds’ nests in the palm forest
A few children play with lightening of grey stigmata
Across the shores of pain the coffin of Mars sheds tears
No’s, nudity and negativity in rampant
You never quit the world, a dead star you still-burn
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Pitambar Naik grew amidst paddy fields hearing heartrending folk songs and playing kabbadi in Odisha in India. He toils hard and sweats as a copywriter with words and colours in an advertising studio for a living and dreams audaciously to be a writer. His woks have appeared in The New Indian Express, Hans India, Occulum, Bhashabandhan Review, HEArt Online, Coldnoon, Spark Magazine, CLRI, Indian Review, Wordweaver India, Indian Ruminations, Brown Critique, Galaxy-IMRJ, Tuck Magazine, Indian Periodical, Phenomenal Magazine, Metaphor, Dissident Voice, Muse India and elsewhere. He can be reached at pitambarnaikwriter@gmail.com
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