The iron-mettled voice no more shall ring -
In prowess unmatched, crafty words so bold:
What lethal smack of gracious wit they bore!
Whose sublime wryness, flawed though seemed betimes;
...
In this hapless world so dark-
What stays yet for me to see?
Oh! bored and sick I grow each day,
To find such widespread misery....
...
Life is but a dream -
With the knell of parting dawn
it breaks; while you sleep!
...
I am the old dog, lean lean and frail,
Driven away by his master –
One harsh wintry eve; amid
the lashing wrath of snow and hail …..
...
Sagnik Das was born in Calcutta, India, on September 10,1991 and continues residing there, enrolled as a freelance writer and theologian. He also engages (albeit seldom) in voice-over and narrative works. An avid admirer of Classical poetry, he takes pleasure in composing poems on varied aspects - a trait he zealously pursues (as a passion) - relishing its mellow essence, whenever he happens to find himself in complete solitude...)
Elegy On The Death Of Margaret Thatcher
The iron-mettled voice no more shall ring -
In prowess unmatched, crafty words so bold:
What lethal smack of gracious wit they bore!
Whose sublime wryness, flawed though seemed betimes;
Could yet prove apt to coax a thousand 'wows'.....
..... Mrs. Thatcher -
Gently-charmed as ever now in death.....
To sundry eyes, a shrouded myth appears:
Which, choose to love or loathe as much you may,
Would still in mortal hearts its presence bear....
Lo! - all she did was done for Britain's sake,
In high-hopes that those long-gone days be near;
A Lady staunch in valour; dearly mourned:
Let's bid her gently, just once – au revoir.....
he have way with his words which is unique and worth reading....good luck sir