Nightmare - Poem by Anindya Mukhopadhyay
I mark this midnight's metropolitan:
Damp and dark like prison
They threat her square life,
Circumscribed by seven toxic vice
That corrodes one natural good-
With changing subject and predicate
Guide us to our graves,
Not dug in country churchyards
But which deep-rooted within
Dull hole of your brain;
Reduces us to our shade
Haunting lone streets, living-dead.
(First composed: August,2015)
Poet's Notes about The Poem
To begin with, he likens the midnight's metropolis to a dark and narrow prison cell of masculine domination which threaten her calm, safe existence in a world limited by seven deadly sins that decays in the process the essential virtue of any human.
Again, it is these vice that drives our destiny towards our destruction and death, not physically but psychologically in unmasking the ‘Freudian Id' - those suppressed animal instincts hidden beneath the human conscience, resulting in chaos.
Such heinous crime on our part gradually reduce our value and significance as a humane individual to a mere shadow of it and we are left to loiter about lone streets as morally corrupt persons.
Finally, the title ‘Nightmare' is striking and suggestive of one central idea conveyed through the poem.
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