Forest Song 2
We had decided prehistorically
to shake hands heartily
a kohl landscape under thick moist
that has a portrait liquid sentiment
a glass mirror of antique rhythm
that smelled of cumin seed
biosphere, that has a feeling.
Truly, eyes are full of blessings
with an art of deeper sense
love breastfeeds with milk and honey
green olive dreams foster a world,
rivers, rains and renaissance.
It has logos: words to speak
hymns to sing, deity to bless the soil
razor-sharp and bohemian
buoyant and brimming dopamine
to heal the schizophrenia of the dead.
Sunrise or sunset: goodwill
feeds the time, people and context
we witness nature’s nudity
cunt: beauty, sperm: life
with innuendo of science
a canvas of reconciliation grips
there’s no fear of death—no fear.
An intense geography runs our blood
the longitudinal heartbeats kiss
a vintage life-size efficacy
unbelievably pretty prior and after
what goes down the arteries?
The waves of history scents
the breezes of heliotrope tickles
life music, live dance, life pigments
the forest songs of soil and salt
the forest songs of hope
the forest songs of hemoglobin
hint a gesture of life to the fullest.
Pitambar Naik grew up in Odisha in India. He’s an award-winning poet and the author of The Anatomy of Solitude (Hawakal) and a poetry/fiction reader for Remington Review. He’s work forthcoming or published in The Indian Quarterly, New Contrast, Brushfire Literature, Liquid Imagination, Ghost City Review, Eunoia Review, Glass Poetry, Cha, Vayavya, Occulum, Formercactus, Literary Orphan, The Punch Magazine, The World Belongs To Us (Anthology) HarperCollins India among others.
Afresh Frankincense is 12-year-old and in Class 7th. He is a child art-prodigy from Odisha and lives in Hyderabad in South India. Though he loves math and science so much, art has a special place in his heart. His work has appeared in Moonchild Magazine, Hindustan Times, Kids 4G and elsewhere.
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