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Darshayita Paul Poem
Every day she was abused at home,
She was locked up; not allowed to roam.
Her mother breathed for the last time
when her father was charged with a crime.
She was reared up by her cruel uncle,
who never permitted her, to see the stars twinkle.
Tears dried up; heart never failed to ache,
Her days used to end with just a piece of cake.
She would run up the stairs, with a tear-stained face,
People noticed and pointed out, “See, that girl on the terrace.”
Days , months and years passed,
No one could remember, where they saw her last.
She had gone missing just at the age of eleven,
Her uncle was relieved to get rid of that burden.
13 years got over, everyone forgot her face.
Nobody could find that girl on the terrace.
On one fine day, there was an important announcement,
Saying that a flat race competition was being conducted by government.
Participants of various religions and different ages,
Were going to represent their cities and villages.
All of them were ready for the race to begin
The third participant held a brighter hope to win.
It was time to start and the whistle was blown
The judges were ready to judge the best power shown.
Hearts beating loudly, drops of sweat counted every second,
The brighter pair of eyes was fixed on the trophy, even if others threatened.
Time was over, and also the patience,
All continued to pray for the best, in silence.
Chief Guest stood up to declare the names,
“Winning and losing are part of all games",
And then… The winner's name was called
The third participant was astounded and enthralled.
Tears rolled down her sweet face,
She was that abused girl, who stood on the terrace.
People who hated and always made her sad,
On seeing her that day, helplessly became glad.
No one knew where she was all these years,
Her story was untold... Happiness took away her tears…
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Darshayita Paul Poem
Things are not like before...
No one gathers to enjoy;
We converse through eyes
And hide our smiles...
We do not hug anymore;
our love has been reshaped...
We stand apart keeping a distance,
a piece of cloth covers our visages...
It’s been over a year trapped at home,
seeing the perilous disease spreading...
The deafening sounds of the ambulances
make me shiver, never like before...
The lanes are busy with crowds of corpses
people mourning for their beloveds...
The trucks carrying numerous cadavers,
pile them up in crematoriums...
The pandemic has altered this world;
happiness has faded away long ago...
Nobody says to be positive nowadays,
positive ones are kept isolated...
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Numerous stars have gathered in the sky,
twinkling and asking, "How are you now?"
My body terribly weak and eyes dimmed,
"Yes, I'm fine",I spoke out, instead of a cry...
The mosquitoes and the flies have ceased to sing;
the chilling breeze of the night made me shiver...
Only I needed a warm cozy blanket...
But I'm fine, on this hard stony flooring...
Down with high fever and excruciating body pain,
I walked to the shops in search of food and drink...
Their ice cold hearts quenched my thirst...
Still, I'm fine with all the needs stored in my brain...
The sun setting in the west, looked so radiant and round,
I could then see the darkest night,
without the moon, without the sky...
Oh, yes!! I'm fine now, placed in a box underground...
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Is it easy to find a 'good friend' nowadays?
The pseudo-living teddies are the loyal ones always...
You shout, you lie...
They will listen, but can't deny...
"Why did you scream?", they will never ask...
They just hear; enquiring is not their task...
The good old days remain sadly quiet...
Our present life has fixed nothing right...
Believing was not a great deal at that time;
when words used to find their perfect pairs to rhyme...
Copyright © Darshayita Paul | Year Posted 2021
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