A Poem Unborn

The poem waits
bedraggled neglected
gasping on the cobbled street
trampled on by thousand feet everyday
The poem waits
sighing dreaming
alone in a half-lit room
amidst discarded pieces of clothing
strewn about on the floor
a table lamp trying to reach out
to the ceiling almost beyond its reach
The poem orphaned
weeps with the stars up in the sky
wafting in the air
like a long lost spirit
waiting
to find a corpus tangible

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About Madhumita Ghosh

Studied at Jadavpur University, Calcutta, India. M.A. M.Phil Ph.D in English. Associate Professor in a degree college affiliated to Calcutta university. Love reading, writing poems and short stories. Translation is another passion Have translated English Romantic poetry to Bengali and Tagore poems to English.

1 thought on “A Poem Unborn

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Mordant and not a little baleful , the Borges-like object/subject of Madhumita’s poem is the poem. It conjured up for me a black and white image of a deserted hotel room and the whirring of the ceiling fan.

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