Imposition Poem by Susmit Panda

I have dragged Divinity to my room;
Therefore, despite lazing away my days
And sitting loveless, oathless, like a doom
I yet feel Glory shall rain me its rays;
That I'd get the most, though I don't chase;

I have been wasting a vacant life;
I am frequent on the verge of fatal loss;
My puny shame could not drag me to strife,
I never hired ablution for the thickest dross,
On the tyranny of groans I simply toss;

The world has come several times to me,
And has swilled me the thrill of commendation,
But has fled finding me without ecstasy,
Without solemn passion, without elation -
Yet I feel the world secretly waits with ovation;

Better masters first tie me to grief,
I judder if they are steeper than me!
But the eyes of Divinity lend me easy belief,
I turn blind and leap to proud glee -
I forget it's only my room where I flee