Drop me
Drop me here, drop me gently
I am a mutilated body enveloped!
Let someone write an address
I know but I can't write
I don't want to die an anonymous death
I can see clearly the jaw of the post box
The colour is read
Oozing blood only
Within me I am having not just words, rather a whole world
Two eyes that are eager to see her
A heart that beats only for her
a beat is missing I know
I could not gather
I met with an accident
The city has become a slaughterhouse
Hanged we are
Running helter-skelter
Blood splattered are streets these days
I have lost my memory
Under a state of coma
But I want to live
May someone tell me the address of life that
I have seen in her two beautiful eyes
To date I have been shuttling in between two passionate
deaths
Drop me in the post box please
Don't forget to write her name and address
The colour of the smile she wears
The sound of silences in her lips
She has identification marks, moles they say
But for me those are beauty spots
Very often I shuttle there
Just to have a glance
Gently drop me
I am not words merely
I am poetry
Wounded, splattered with blood.
Prahallad Satpathy: He hails from Balangir district of Odisha (India) is a bilingual poet. He writes both in Odia and English. So far he has published three anthologies of poetry in Odia to his credit. His poems have been published in national anthologies like Scaling Heights and international anthologies like GLOBAL ANTHOLOGY ON PEACE AND HARMONY, HAPPY ISLE, FEELINGS INTERNATIONAL, etc. By profession, Dr. Satpathy is a Reader in Economics, at present in Rajendra autonomous college, Balangir (Odisha). He has represented Odisha Sahitya Academy as honorary member for two consecutive terms.