The Forsaken Poem by Debasis Chatterjee

His is the life since inception subjacent;
Deeds wrong, unthinking roll of dices,
Full of falls, he knows not with his vices,
Where will stop his continued decent.

He commenced well, then started his fall;
Little did then he know he was falling
Rapidly in to an abyss, whence returning
Grew suddenly difficult, demands tall.

In agony he cried, in vain efforts went;
Support to lift him up quickly came by,
Evil but did not let go, pulling him in to fry
His mind and matter in Hell to torment.

Years stormed by, wrecking him shattered;
Boons came in by fits and starts, efficacy scant,
Evil fully took over, guffawing in rancorous rant,
With a deluge of ruins crushing him battered.

And.. he continued failing….fizzling as son;
Floundering as husband, slipping in career,
Blundering as father and crippling his future,
Evil mirthlessly inciting him to destruction!

And he now waits for a flash of emancipation…
Without one final salvation,
Without one final benediction,
He's sure of Mephistopheles' gleeful final win,
He's certain to face the final wrath in lone oblivion.