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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 (a Research Member of American Federation of Astrologers Inc.). His past or upcoming works can be found in Poetry Superhighway, Zombie Logic Review, Merak Magazine, Pif Magazine, Pangolin Review, Better Than Starbucks, Vita Brevis Journal, Mad Swirl, Poppy Road Review, PPP Ezine, Cajun Mutt Press, Everything in Aspic, Goat's milk Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, Academy of the Heart and Mind, Juked Magazine.
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