Poems by
Moumita Das

A paradoxical hallmark of hell

a poem by Moumita Das

Left aloof in an alien world amidst the din of winces, miseries, anxieties, suffering and fracas;
I was like a foundling not knowing what to do:
How to erode the stench of the scuzzy carcass?
My life was palpably fumbling and tears streaming down my eyes…
I cried out with a surmise: “Why do I have to encounter pangs of suffering always?”
The world surmounted me with flak,
Seeing this my suffering escalated and I was taken aback…
“Is it the universe I have been destined to?”
I interrogated GOD “What is my fate?”
Is my existence a replication of “THE HOLLOW MEN?”
Waiting to be taken across to the “INFERNO”;
Do I not have any prerogative to feel the “PARADISE?”
My queries remain unresolved
No one answered me…

Getting fractious, I kept on raking over the ramshackles of my past which still rankled with me…
I mustered all courage and fulminated against GOD’s laws:
“That day is not far when my pangs of sufferings would get transformed into astronomical mirth;
The appellation “ME” would transcend into a panegyric embodiment of euphemisms:
SPUNKY
FEISTY.