Infernal Region Poems | Examples

I 
a wanderer,
journey through three planes,
searching for where to call mine.
Lost in a belligerent and transient world,  I
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                    C
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                          D
to an infernal region
where dead men tell no tales.
Words transmit like waves
and movement is as swift as light.
Silent as the foot of time in daylight
Lively and cheery at moonlight.

But!
In this soul, I cannot dwell,
for I have no right to mere men.
Weak and weary,
I struggle and triumph.
Like a flash,     I
                    T
                  R
                A
              N
            S
          C
        E
      N
    D
and become one with sweet souls.
Charming and alluring
I am enticed by their smiles.

To whom do I belong?
Where do I fit in?

Until I find my home
The search continues in my afterlife.

Yes, I smell sulfur
Brimstone seepage smothers me
Earth’s crust pizza thin
Mud pools like cauldrons bubble
Dante’s infernal region.

Underworld torment
Geysers vent their hot rage
I am thunderstruck
Extreme caution is needed
The inferno is waiting.


A trip many years ago to Rotorua reminded me of Dante's Inferno. The smell of sulfur (Brimstone) and bubbling mud pools all made me think of the Divine Comedy. I wrote this poem while the experience was fresh in my mind but it has been tweaked again to fit syllable count. These days I try to be accurate regarding haiku and tanka.

Original - Shankha Ghosh
Translation- Mahtab Bangalee

The triangle-

You have no religion, only
Without being caught by the roots
You have no religion, only
Without tolerate the axe hurt into the chest
When the infernal region suddenly opened
Except spreading both hands
You have no religion, this
Without filling the emptiness.

throw from crematorium to crematorium
Your the pieces of body
In afflicted time then you know
Not sounds light, life weaves lace.
You have no religion then
Couple of periodical triangle times are just illusion-
After drinking wine everyone was drunkard
The poet just drunk in the self faith



(2/10/2020 4:34:00 AM)

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