Submission Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

I feel
You reciprocate,
don't care
if not really

I do feel
in the breeze
in winter morning
leaves parting
from the trees
You reciprocate.

In the hiccough
in your glottis
in the blinking
of your eyes
involuntary
I feel you reciprocate.

I do feel
you reciprocate.

I feel you in every pulse
and impulse
I split into halves
one almost a machine
with no human touch
living, pretend to be.

Deliver lectures
on life
in the theater
bargain at
green grocers'
for a coin
feel ecstasy
of sensuality wholesome.

Sitting in the terrace
in the evening
count the stars in the sky
futile.

The other half
Me not mine
can not lie
can not die
lives burning
burns living
die loving love dying.

I feel you reciprocate
Don't care if not
really.