Words of The Lamb magazine

Three Poems

by Abishek Bakshi

Nascent innocent
A city is lonely.
A winter is lonelier.
And her idea is as nascent
As the babe of Christmas,
Born without any stain of lust

Ecclesiastes
I know you must leave. What a relief
That not tomorrow.
And though I can’t fall
For you — I can revolve
Around your presence —
Every day —
As the remedy for misery
Is stupid discipline.
The earth knows this.
The sun also rises.

A Parable
These verses are revelations —
If not from heavens,
Then from our evenings together —
And finally written in letters
To preserve from altering memory.
But which prophet was trusted by all
That a poet can be believed at all.
And when Eve had to eat the fruit —
How else can you know the truth?

Abishek Bakshi

“Abishek Bakshi, born in 1998, lives in Delhi, India. A lover of the lost generation literature, his verses delve into themes of love, disillusionment, and moral decay. Writing in earnest for the last five years, he has published a collection of poems titled ‘Poetry is Dead.’ He is a PhD scholar at IIT Delhi.”

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