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Anindita Ghosh Poem
Ablaze I stay,
Amidst the bruise,
Churned with grace,
Assimilating feline spirit,
And fuming with ceaseless pace,
When thou trample my hardcore
Submerge my conscience
And look! Yet my stumps rouse
Rumbling with fumbling roars,
Just as the phoenix resurrects,
However may thy malign
Weaving my overcast dreams
With the last glow of sunshine
Yes, I reign
Traverse the course
As the divine grace pours,
When you oust me,
Perforating my silhouette as ‘SHE’,
Rolls out of her throne.
And yet, beg to her
Putting your prejudice behind ‘her’ bar,
To tantalize your carnal desire!
But Ahem! You recreate that mite..
As you throttle her,
Enjoying the core of her plight.
You ‘exhibit’ her sins!
Not the malefactors
Who pumped injustice into her veins!
You rupture her ‘bodily’ core
And seek solace, pleasure
In the atoms of this ‘whore’!
I shudder at this inequality
Moaning to Thy tribunal,
And He grins at my oblivion
Resonating His voice
Reviving me on,
“Because thou form the melody
Of this timeless empire..
As thou reincarnate yourself
From that funeral pyre!
Seize Life in thy hands,
Weaving life with My wand…
And hence being the saviour
When My Creation goes bland!!”
Copyright © Anindita Ghosh | Year Posted 2016
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