Poems by Jayant Kashyap


a poem by Jayant Kashyap

Oh! Dreams, they kill me,
I feel like dried, and pressed thereafter,
To be stacked in some corner, or
To be thrown in some shattered pile;
I feel like being an object-
And these inanimate creations,
Of my mind, holding my reins.

Just an Hour

a poem by Jayant Kashyap

I rose, and heard the clock on the spire
Strew the minutes on the morning town;
One, two, three, for men to admire
And for the women, it sent them down.

Slothful and tired,
I watched the ticking-tower;
Pleaded and requested,
To make it wait for an hour.