Ordeal O'Life Poem by Abhijit Roy

Life’s a cycle,
Call it a wheel;
Thoughts being the spokes,
Your act being the deal.

Partitioned into years, seasons, months and further.
That way does it get any better?
They say: ”Good things don’t come aplenty.”
O, why is misery attributed to bounty?

Embroiled into encumbrances,
You are dragged along some coast;
Neither do you board nor do you sail,
And the sands where you bled would leave no trail.

Agony is your demon,
You grovel at his feet to set you free,
He thumps your back,
And ever snarls to devour thee.

Your anger befriends you the best,
While in chains, you can’t even rest,
You gnaw the emptiness in your mouth,
‘Coz you are starving;
That you are about to quit is beyond doubt.
Your breaths and beats are dying down fast,
And this moment makes you daunt.

The wheel’s broken, spokes shattered,
Thoughts dashed, and the act undone;
You claim your share of soil,
After a lifetime of struggle and toil.


- Abhijit Roy
Place: Guwahati, Assam, India
Date: 06-03-2011