On Adversity Poem by Debtoru Chatterjee

And when I am possessed of the Muse
Such a crowd of thoughts come upon my mind
And intense passions work into shape
A Harmony straight from the Undefined.

I do not know what triggers the call
A blade of grass or the spire of a hall
The gentle rustle of an evening breeze
Might cause the cares of the day to cease

The sense then takes an uplifted Hold,
Away from the alleys, the civilizational fold
From the disappointment of hopes still -born
Among men who cheer now to later scorn.

Into the sky of victories lost
Into the horizon of fears come true
I had cast my eyes anxiously again
For a sign that my labours past were not in vain

Not a speck in the darkness unrelieved
Nothing but the ceaseless dull step of everyday mankind
Beating like clockwork upon the cobbled road
And retelling to the Young, the granite truth of the Old

Our Holy Scripture and the fate of gallants past
Have forewarned, steeled us not to seek recompense
For merit evoking momentary, empty adulation alone;
While the fortunes of the undeserved shone.

But while luckless may we be deemed in Today's unworthy sight
And the truly just bemoan our supposed unpleasant plight
In hidden ways the Undefined might yet for us steal
The joys never to be known to those in pomp and might!