Conrad Aiken Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Conrad Aiken
Your life and hard times,
Psychological impact
And trauma
That you got
When your father ended himself
With your mother,
How lonely had you been,
I feel it,
Feel it,
Aiken,
Your rearing by
Your great aunt,
Hearing
Silent Torrents of love,
Sonata in Pathos in a singsong tone,
Innocence with the turmoil within,
Exile with the ghosts of leaf,
Haunted Chambers with the music of brooding,
Melody In A Restaurant with the cigar
Smoking and swirling.