by Bibhu Padhi (May 2013)

Give me back my rags 
  Vasco Popa

You are the morning.

The moment I go out,

the smell of your skin and possessions

pervade the invisible air.

The stainless glass you hold

is sufficient for tea,

my first broth of the day,

your real hunger.

How quietly you bring it out

from your sack of miseries

so very mysteriously!

The spring breeze is enough

for the day, while

the wild grass bends under my feet.

And, as I look for you,

your look confirms

my life for the day.

Bibhu Padhi's seventh book of poetry, MIGRATORY DAYS A TRAVEL DIARY IN VERSE, was published in 2011. His work has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies, the most recent being THE HARPERCOLLINS BOOK OF ENGLISH POETRY (2012). He lives in Bhubaneswar, India.

To comment on this poem, please click here.

To help New English Review continue to publish original poetry such as this, please click here.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

New English Review Press is a priceless cultural institution.
                              — Bruce Bawer


Pre-order on Amazon or Amazon UK or wherever books are sold

Order at Amazon, Amazon UK, or wherever books are sold. 

Order at Amazon US, Amazon UK or wherever books are sold.

Available at Amazon US, Amazon UK or wherever books are sold.

For the literature lover in your life on Amazon US, Amazon UK or wherever books are sold. 

For children of all ages. Order at AmazonAmazon UK or wherever books are sold.

Send this to a friend