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  • M. Zaman


Updated: Sep 27, 2020

By M. Zaman

Poetry or not, vagaries of life will still feel prickly; love or no love, things-that-matter will still be overwhelming; God or no God, life’s journey will still be a perilous journey.

This is not about the aboutness of myself or of my poetry or of anything else under the folds of heathen Gods. Neither celestial nor interstellar; it’s the obelisk of hope.

Neither Calliope nor Erato is my forte; not even Sappho, the tenth. I do not write for posterity or for some transcendent euphemism.

When the mind is fenestrated through and through, when ennui engulfs the total being like a shroud of death, poetry seeps in;

Butea (Flame of Forest) blooms and sets this sinking heart ablaze.

M. Zaman is an allergist and immunologist who lives with his beautiful wife, in a quaint college town in North Country, NY.

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