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Under This Puzzling Land

written by: Jayanta Bhaumik



I sit upon
this redolent land
A secret sound moving below,
gyring, sort of meandering,
beneath my seat, in a plural form
And I care, yes
Its codename is hope
Your knowledge of it constricts every way
A snake in the cascade remains words-prone,
eternally lapped in the questions busy making
this world every day,
each moment

Jayanta Bhaumik

Jayanta Bhaumik

Jayanta Bhaumik is from Kolkata, India, basically from the field of metaphysics and esoteric studies. He visits Singapore and other south-east Asian countries regularly for his professional reasons. His works can be found in Poetry Superhighway, Juked Magazine, Goat's Milk Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, Zombie Logic Review, Mad Swirl (Contributing Poet), Vita Brevis Journal, Fourth and Sycamore, Crepe & Penn, Poppy Road Review, Spillwords, Cajun Mutt Press, Merak Magazine, Pif Magazine, Better Than Starbucks, Pangolin Review, Everything in Aspic, Academy of the Heart and Mind, Bindweed Magazine, PPP Ezine, Literati Magazine, Uppagus, also upcoming Theta Wave, Streetcake Magazine.
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