TWO POEMS
PRASANTHA KUMAR PANDA
I have never spared a person,
To forget me completely is impossible.
I am an unattained greatness
Of this repressive environment
Where aspirations must
entangle each other
Under dim light and fade
in the shadow of mind
A hope is living
In a corpse
The corpse often greans
Like a pregnant woman
In a most productive manner
Labouring to make a difficult birth possible
When the child is dead in the womb.