Second Self Poem by Anindya Mukhopadhyay
Second Self
[1]
It's fair dark without,
yet the light within illumines
length and breadth of this room,
where I stand against my darker shade.
Each new day
an old morality battle;
mine true barrier ever since
doctored my childhood dream overnight.
Time and again—
the perpetual hide and seek of Heavens
in two solid hands,
skirt round blank face of the universe.
I sighed!
And the surrounding silence condense
into dense cloud of smoke,
shroud the polestar of progress.
Save one golden sound of gong
resonate this idle house to life,
which seems else dead as snow.
[2]
But no sooner did I repeat
short-cut to the end,
than these weeds in my parterre
(I scarce watered or fed) ,
extend wide its monstrous arms
well beyond the Cartesian coordinate
of sound act or thought;
cuts short the one above.
I came too weak to revolt
More, the wheel cannot move.
I collect:
no far will I serve the Devil.
At my back, my blood press for a name
for the next-in-line but feeds on them.
Then how far can a pervert shun
the brows and faces of years to come?
I hear that gong resound thrice,
says, I shall fight my darker side
so far the candle last the storm.
(First composed: November,2015)
'An idle brain is the devil's workshop' and Part2 highlight the fact of the popular saying. This man, in his greed for easy power and profit came to terms with the Devil; so became his slave, then realises by degrees mistakes he had made and later repents for the merits he lost due to himself. Only at last he restores faith in God and decide to fight the rest of his life for the sake of the truth.
In conclusion, an excerpt from Satan's speech in 'Paradise Lost' (Book1) by John Milton, I believe, would alone be sufficient to interpret the moral of the poem:
'...A mind not to be changed by place or time./ The mind is its own place, and in itself/ Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven...'
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5/5/2024 7:12:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The second self. good and evil, past experience of the childhood and youth that remains in the brain and comes our as dreams, and compulsive thoughts which rule over us and our thought world. very well pictured in this poem. thank you very much. tony