Soumita Sarkar

Pamphlet of pain

Life in its penultimate shell

awaiting birth to ring the bell;

a pamphlet of pain is delivered

a tear from a radiant mother, fell.

 

Before the human core can palpitate

Before the passive pulse can vibrate

A pamphlet of pain reverberates

Before the pupil can close or dilate

 

Harp! Rest part of the plot is left

Birth is invariably followed by death

 

Hindu manuscripts braves and rolls,

when Yama (the God of dead souls)

conscientiously writes  black notes

insignificant stand your and my votes;

a pamphlet of pain is received by flood

far and near connected by blood

freeing from the worldly cloud

dawns a prolong piece of shroud.

 

 

Comments1

  • sokibgb

    I am very happy I accepted your invitation to read your poem. I truly enjoyed it. Great write, soki

    • Soumita Sarkar

      Thanks...........we will remain in touch!



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