Under This Puzzling Land, poetry by Jayanta Bhaumik at Spilwords.com
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Under This Puzzling Land

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

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