Shall I Wait till I understand Pablo Neruda

Shall I Wait Till I Understand Pablo Neruda – Poem by Bharati Nayak

Perchance I happened to meet
One editor of a newspaper big
In conversation I told him
About my interest in writing
In Odia and in English do I write
And conveyed my wish
To get them published.

Asked he me some questions
To gauge my knowledge depth
Ma’m! Have you read
Jayanta Mohapatra and Pablo Neruda?

I am a casual writer
Not a person who has read much
Limited is my knowledge in literature
Yes, Great Poems one or two I have read
From Jayanta Mohapatra and Pablo Neruda
To be frank
I could not fully comprehend

Then he recited with all right intonations
Some stanza’s from Neruda’s poems
And some of his own creations
I heard in amazement
How to the ears they sound so sweet

After he left
I questioned myself
Questioned my knowledge limited
How I dare to venture to this world
A world full of Jayanta Mohapatra, Ramakanta Ratha
Shakespeare and Wordsworth
Above all Pablo Neruda

Restless was I
Restless were my days
As a voice in me always tormented
‘I do want to come out’, the voice implored
I want to see the light
Oh Mother, Bring me out

What the great minds say of me
I brought her to the fore
And looked at her
Eyes, face and forehead
What the future
Written there
I know not, I know not
Am I not beautiful, my baby asked
Oh! You are beautiful, very beautiful
You are my sweet child
I would not compare you
With that of Pablo Neruda
Or never that with Jayanta Mohapatra.

I blew a kiss on her forehead
And in whisper i said
Oh my child
Always, always feel blessed.


This poem has been published in my book—-Words Are Such Perfect Traitors

Published by Authorspress,New Delhi,India available  at


A Day For Myself

My life sails
Pass by, the days, months and years
Who keeps their records?
These are my treasure
I give them away with no bounds
Take it
As much as you wish
But leave
Only a day for me.
This day
I shall leave aside
All fears and doubts
And devote it only to myself.
This day
I will give to myself
the sweetness of love
tenderness of affection
And I will open before myself
All words spelt-unspelt.
This day
I will collect
the pollen from flowers
colors from butterfly wings
to adorn my face
and beautify my being.
This day
I will decorate myself
With my songs and poems
And from the cuckoo
I will learn my language.
I will ask the clouds
To lend its black
For my eyes’ decor
I will ask the rain
to wash me pure.
I will ask the sky
to lend its vastness
and ask the ocean
to give its depth
for my poems.
This day
I will be only me
With not an iota of
apprehension or pretension
and my heart be blessed with
heavenly illumination
This day will be my day
May it be my last night
or the last day

The Earth

How terrible will it feel
If blue sea vanish
Leaving there only craters deep !

What an ugly look will it be
If we do not find
Fluffy clouds floating
Nor the joyous birds flying ?

Where will go the lions
Monkey and bear
If there are no forests
What shall we drink
If all rivers dry
Or the sky have no clouds to bless

How dark will it be
If from this earth
All colors are wiped
Leaving only a color black ?

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