An Anomalous Poem by Sawmitra Roy

In a birth they smile
These foolish doesn’t realize it for a while
That this creature like others
Like its brothers and like its father
Will remain in this checkerboard as a pawn
Just a name…identity? Unknown
And at this I feel sad
And I am considered an anomalous

In a death they cry
But I don’t know why?
They are so upset for the deceased
Can’t they realize that he is released?
From the atrocities of this place,
From the corruption, from the disgrace.
And at this I feel happy.
And I am considered an anomalous.

In a love they romance.
And I just wait for a chance,
To show them their fault,
And to make them halt.
As they walk blindfolded on a thin rope.
Love without pain… how do they hope?
And at this I laugh alone,
And I am considered an anomalous.


In an enmity they hate.
And I do frustrate,
Why they hate their foe?
Don’t they know?
That their successes are always facilitated,
When a competition keeps them actuated.
And at this I feel pity.
And I am considered an anomalous.

But their consideration doesn’t handicap me a little,
For I analyze the world anomalously.
And for that I think…I am considered an anomalous.