Hell Poem by Smrutiranjan Parida

In a chaotic bedlam, the world of men
Peace is what all desire
Desires are so long and long; that
The wish is only to get out of fire.

Here day is dark and night's darker
Life itself is darkest too
Heart's venomous, while mind toxic
Poisoned tongue is not so new

Race of untamed brutes, the journey
The rest is at the hearted hue
Winner or loser attains peace
Unless the death shows preview.

Laughter, a colossal sinistral voice around
Tinged with motives tinged with flatter
Sometimes seems like end's laughter
Somebody's reading the death's charter.

Moan, a hollowing sound of hell
Pervades around around here
Of boys or girls or cries of olds
Approaches in rapid near and near