75 Years after a poem was born
(November 1945)
**A tribute to Dylan Thomas**
✍ Dr. Biswajit Chattopadhyay
A grief ago, a stranger came after the funeral
Evil praise by owllight in the halfway house
To find meat in the body of your book like a mouse
A refusal to mourn the death of a great or recall
Poetry is an insurgent art in the island of mind
An air-conditioned nightmare in the season of cosmic hell
While popular dwarf poets write songs of loser’ tale
Your craft unveils the incarnate devil unkind
Your tombstone erects at the sight of virgin moon
Don’t go gentle into that good moonlit night
Even Death needs an entrance & a hint of light
Still I find solace in your poems amidst covid gloom
There’s a glass wall between you & the fuc.ing norm
Seventy-five years after your poem was born..
–~০০০X X০০০~–
