Stillborn by Pitambar Naik

Some prove the calculus wrong at the moment

saying I was a dead star in a ghetto of epilepsy

of April’s explanation and was from right to left

shivering in minus 105 degrees

you’re whitewashing all stains of death with chocolates

I encounter with a cliché of grimace—the prima facie

almost routinely for months you disappear

and say, I’m absolutely stillborn

I’m a dead star yet I blaze no minus pandemonium

among millions of butterflies’ innocence, certainly!


Pitambar Naik is an Indian poet and writer. He was longlisted for the Wordweavers India Poetry Contest 2017 and the Rhythm Divine Poetry Chapbook Contest 2018. His works are forthcoming in Best Indian Poetry 2018, Vayavya, Joao-Roque Literary Journal, and have appeared in Ethos Literary Journal, Mojave Heart Review, Literary Orphans, Occulum, Moonchild Magazine, Bhashabandhan Literary Review, HEArt Online, Formercactus, Coldnoon International, Spark Magazine, The Hans India, The New Indian Express, Better Than Starbucks, Kitaab, Muse India, and elsewhere. He is working on his first work of poetry. He can be reached at pitambarnaikwriter@gmail.com

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