Somdatta Mitra
Country : India
Like candaverous corpses the victim whimpers.
Burning heart thwart over an outburst ,
Abuses , tormentations, helplessness aggravate a miserable situation.
Like candaverous corpses the victimised soul whimper ,
Treacherous enforcement aggrieve the innocence.
In dearth of happiness and peace ,
They trample on the virtuousness.
Augmenting to more dogmatism and ferocity ,
Narrow – minded egoist bombard and strangle the generosity.
That angel hidden inside the selfless sacrifices ,
Eschew the union which was considered holy.
How long that deliberate affliction will provoke and exploit ?
Infamous mind must learn to ennoble.
Can those blisters and patches erase ?
In such diabolical chains ?
Where dignity and morality is grinded in a debacle ,
Where honest services are labelled as ” incumbered ” .
The poison in the mind bethrothes hostility,
Where love once blossomed in the sensations to a divinity.
Those magical moments lay in the ashes of constant agony ,
A curse that has befallen in the most adorable garden ;
The fragrants there used to cradle love and appreciation.
