Tower
Tower
An abandoned old ten storied tower I reach
Built on the solitary sea beach
I am to watch spectacular sunset from the roof top.
I am eager to enter, but had to stop
Getting attracted to a notice
Showing a brief history
Might be factual or imaginary
It says, ‘Children from the roof top were thrown
As offering to the God of Ocean
It caused owing to cruel superstition.
Brutality was used to be practiced by Timber Dynasty.
The dynasty existed in this local territory.’
I joined the que approaching the entrance
The staircase will lead us to the top terrace
I have a habit always to count the steps
While going up or coming down a staircase.
On every tenth step leading to a floor
There is a terrace with a locked door.
Reaching the roof top, I counted steps as hundred
By strong iron railings terrace is bounded.
The bright red sun is about to set
Western sky is ready to display twilight at best
Spectacular color patterns started to display
By reflected, refracted and diffracted sunray.
Leaning on the railing
I am also observing
Turbulent sea waves whirling, rolling
And thrashing on the sandy shore
Sun has descended down the horizon
I am whispering an orison
To God of Ocean
Charming twilight got saturated in dark
Sunrays left no single spark
All the viewers are getting down
I am the loner in night of no moon
Sudden push on my back made me alert
I turned and was horrified in discovering,
Lots of children are trying to exert
Pressure from all sides to throw me beyond the railing
With utmost effort I am fighting, resisting,
But they are large in number
I am losing my strength, my eyes are gradually closing
Am I going to swoon or slumber!
I am the last descendant of Timber Dynasty, only survivor
But I should not be punished on the crime
Committed by my ancestors
I am about to topple over the railing.
On the verge of death, I regained my strength
I released myself from their clutch.
I hurried to the stair case and start to descend
Thank God, at last I am saved
With my usual habit, I start counting steps
One, two…….Nineteen……thirty seven……Fifty
….Seventy three…..Ninety nine, Hundred…Hundred and Sixty
Five Hundred……….Nine Hundred…Countless stairs ahead.
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2015
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