AN INAUDIBLE AND CONVULSIVE EPIC OF MY LIFE!

AN INAUDIBLE AND CONVULSIVE EPIC OF MY LIFE! SUB-TITLE,
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,
That coerced me to walk on a sharp edged pang-knife!

A dawn usually ushers all into a bright, jolly, de-light,
To watch gleefully the recession of a dark and gloomy night,
To bask blithely in the warmth of the gay and  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 and 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 life's honest Race!

©Shankar D Mishra   07 .04.2018