This poem is taken from Stand 218, 16(2) May - June 2018.

Bibhu Padhi Two Poems
A Word Misplaced

What’s the use of claiming a word
which I had never dreamt of,

that never came to me on its own,
was never me and wasn’t one

to which I had given time enough
to grow into its full maturity?

It would only sit alone, forgotten by
its numerous relatives and friends,

teased by the onlookers as being
a helpless repository of a distant,

ignorant faith, sad for being here,
capable of doing nothing except  

struggling to find itself
in our happiness

and tears, our own illusion
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