Death of a Poet

I have given birth
more than two decades ago
down two decades
have been reborn
as mother
as sire
My offspring have flown the nest
are flying away everyday
barren I am today
no more births to me
no more my rebirth
My womb dry
can bring on new life no more
no fluid running there now
to cradle the unborn
My pen is sterile
the ink is dry

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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.

3 thoughts on “Death of a Poet

  1. ramesh rai

    Exactly . after the death of a poet the entire creation will stand sterile. The creation will loose its fertility . The first creation started with expression of poetry and the last will be with the end of poetry. That will be the death of a poet.

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