THE INAUDIBLE CONVULSIVE EPIC OF
MY LIFE /
MY BATTERED LIFE IN A NUT SHELL
Ah! At the very dawn of my
troublesome life
I was over exposed to an adverse
strife
That has been till today too
acutely rife,
Coerced me to walk on a sharp
edged pang-knife.
Dawn usually ushers all into a
bright, jolly, de-light
To watch gleefully the recession
of gloomy, grief-night
To bask blithely in the warmth of
the gay, smiling Sun
To re-start a jocund journey of
joy, humour and fun.
But, alas! The merciless deluge
of misery inundated me,
Snatched my Father forever from
my marooned family
When I was barely one and half
years. Who can bear to see?
Still today I cannot recollect
his contour, and how was he.
The buffets of poverty was so
bitterly devastating and strong
That it left me flip and flap my
helpless limbs like battered wings
In the tumultuous space of sorrows chronic,
deep and long
Ah! An inaudible, convulsive epic
my tortured, deprived life sings!
Yet, blame I not either the
Almighty or my soured, wretched Fate
Content enough I am to play the
dignified part assigned till death.
Resolved, never to embitter
anyone’s life with my insipid bitterness
Sworn solemnly to run lonely,
steadily until ends my honest Race.
©Shankar D Mishra 06.05.2017
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