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DELIVERANCE

written by: Dilip Mohapatra

@dilipmo

 

I picked up the chisel
from my toolbox
and carved your face
out of the dense mist
that ensued from my
vaporous dreams
and then I sculpted your arms
that engulfed me
to hold me in a python's hold.

Then I picked up my claw hammer
and searched for the brightest stars
from the galaxy
and pulled out two
that blinked benignly
to transplant on your face
to give you sight.

Then your eyes come to life
and flash up
and with one stroke
of your incinerating gaze
you erase my presence
you obliterate my existence
and turn me into glowing cinders
that soon whimper and sputter
and reduce into formless ashes
to be blown away
by a whiff of wayward wind
and I am lost forever
in an endless oblivion.

Dilip Mohapatra

Dilip Mohapatra

MAY 2017 / JAN-FEB 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Dilip Mohapatra (b.1950), a decorated Navy Veteran started writing poems since the seventies. His initial foray into the world of literature was through poetry workshops in college and inspirations from his teacher Jayanta Mahapatra, an acclaimed poet in contemporary English. His poems have appeared in many literary journals of repute and anthologies worldwide. Some of his poems are included in the World Poetry Yearbook, 2013 and 2014 Editions. He has six poetry collections to his credit published by Authorspress, the latest being Dewdrops of Dawns, which has received raving reviews in multiple literary journals globally.
Currently his latest, a Professional book titled Campus to Corporate which is a career navigation manual for the students aspiring for a successful corporate career and for newcomers to the industry to survive and succeed has become a best seller with more than 10000 copies sold.
He lives with his wife at Pune, India.
Dilip Mohapatra

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