Teesta Review: A
Journal of Poetry, Volume 7, Number 2. November 2024. ISSN: 2581-7094
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Matralina Pati
Words had sunken into death
Time and again;
Tides of moments
Washed off this mouldering chest
And its barren banks.
Still light could rend through
The unlit womb of woe
To meander into life
With raindrops nectarous
In its trail:
Webs of dreams wreathed around
The archaic arms of a bounteous tree:
They have lent voices
To the unvoiced.
Ah, Muted Pen!
Rise from your grave
To sing for us
On such an auspicious day!
A Transformation
--- Matralina Pati
Once upon a time
A notorious temptation termed suicide
Appeared redemptive to me!
Then I came to know
That these aberrations and pain
Meandered through a malfunctioning brain
With cankers abiding like an eternal curse
And it eats dutifully to this date
Into the lineage, legacy and state
Of the primeval parents of men.
I have abandoned of late
The arbour of that censured phrase.
The throttling vision
Of an afterlife of darkness binding
Has set my inept quest
For light in motion.
On occasions, murk and grime, too,
Are moulded in a benevolent fashion,
To pity the ill-starred at times perhaps
They wear each other out
Within a dark, surreptitious station.
Lit Late Light
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