Poetry: Anasuya P. Pradhan

Anasuya P. Pradhan

Innocence at Stake

The string of my innocence,
That gives birth to a fate,
That I call my own,
Is now at stake,
From now,
Never further,
I will let you,
To kill it again & again.
For you it may be,
Just a feeling,
Or a state of mind,
A thought or theory,
But, it is much more,
So much above,
You could ever believe.
May be very often,
I seem to be artless,
But it defines who I am,
The honesty and valor I hold,
And how I’m a costly affair,
Not in terms of money,
But the pride I carry!
The mourn is over,
My innocence will be at its’ best,

When you will savor it,
As bygone MEMORY!

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ON THE EVE OF THAT OMINOUS NIGHT!

On the eve of that ominous night,
The darkness was piercing lustily,
I couldn’t hold back tears, being the victim of dubiety.
I was musing through all my fears that drizzling night,
I was drenched completely with tears.
I was sitting at the darkest corner,
Trying to trace my blooper.
The night was growing darker,
I was yelling awfully being terrified,
As if the night was yearning to hunt me.
My heart was torn, beating faster than ever,
Chest was aching, eyes were burning,
I was quaking, shivering to demise!
I was running here and there in the most clownish way,
To soothe the damage I had.
I was filled with angst, fueled with buried hate,
Afraid of being outcast, terrorized of my fate.
I was low, depression was grabbing within,
I was laughing, grinning at myself,
I was striking hand here and there,
I was beating my chest, beating my head being broken.
Completely broken!
I was about to bid farewell from the treacherous world,

With all smiles, with all aches, with all faith, with all qualm,
Holding soliloquies within!

Setu, December 2017