The Salty Trail Of A Tear Poem by Nachiketa Deb

I open my eyes and gaze upon your face
Etched in wrinkles the cravasse between thoughts and actions
Atrocities inflicted on the ravaged soul
The material immaterializing heartfelt emotions

My raptuorous glee at being kissed, obscured
By charred lips and stench of pot
Behold the loins stewn on the floor, stained
Red with services to the devil incarnate.

Oh mother sit up from your heroin induced stupor
Eyes wide gaze upon your fatherless child
No contempt will you find, no fear for the monster within you
Love veils the decay caused by the inhuman world

The salty trail of a tear at the corner of your eye
Your unrelenting resolve never to cry
Broken rarely, when past ghosts return to haunt
Glorious days more than troubled times.

How fresh was the mistletoe that christmas eve
The twinkle in your eyes when you were kissed
There he was tall confident full of promises
The image of him still carved deep in your mind

Where is that twinkle now? hidden or buried
Or with the bones of the man you loved?
Or robbed by the goons, those feinds who
Stole our lives, our pride, our smiles

Blackned and broken, driven out like a mangy dog
Yet unbent, unscathed, Untouched you survived
Cared not about name but for me
Chose a tryst with deamons a life of harlotry.