Should I Start Again? Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

Nothing yours could be mine,
nothing could I learn
from your yearn
your passion and pain.

Nothing I possess
of your possession.

From the nascent fragrance
of floral buds
and from bees' nuptial dance
could I learn anything!

Nothing could I
from the hurried spring
in the shriveled meadow behind.

In the tiresome dusk
while I swipe
essence of life
my yell and eerie
at my distressful flight
bounces at reality.

It drags me naked
to remember you
to remember your signal
that I failed to perceive
at the traffic post.

It leaves me severely wounded
The scratches in the hooves
of fierce race horse
in the hot sunny mid day
had blinded me once
never forgotten
never to be.

Somewhere in the
old house I lived
in the long past
the key was lost.

I wish
I'd be there to kiss
your innocent hunger
yet immature.

Can I be able to
open the door!

Should I start to learn afresh?