Nuance of Human Bondage
NUANCE OF HUMAN BONDAGE
When I felt the emptiness of the barren landscape,
verdant imagination turning into dead wood
I looked through the aperture of hope
at my life’s kaleidoscope I built with care.
Its motif did attest I had a proclivity toward
telling stories of life in lucid verse.
So when I decided I should write the saga of my life
I was surprised at my audacious temerity
for I believed poets are born poets and I was not.
But I had felt how love blossoms in the heart
and how often it breaks.
I had seen how grown up chicks fly away from nest
and the bird often breaks the wings.
So when age is now buckling the spine
I spurt the shrinking marrow
to spark the creative neurons
so they could construct a muse in my brain,
help me write an anthology on my tryst with destiny,
on my life spanning the nuance of human bondage.
October 30, 2018
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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