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THE LENT WITHOUT EASTER...
When the world converged all in to one,
There could I find sweet repose and delight,
When again I could see the morning sun,
The stultification and ennui ceased to fight...
However, the lighthouse is too far away,
To keep all and sundry forever at bay,
And little did I know that Easter was precluded by the Lent,
Behold how my life got what it never meant...
Was this,then,Accursed Maker, the sheer travesty of life,
Where Cupid's misdirected dart shall never win,
If it be so,I am dead already with this strife,
For outwardly do I live but I am dying within...
Gloom and despair,twin pillars ,to form my plight,
Arrive in an unprecedented measure to give,
No hope of dawn amidst this eternal night,
Trust me upon my word,when I say,I have no more reason to live...
There could I find sweet repose and delight,
When again I could see the morning sun,
The stultification and ennui ceased to fight...
However, the lighthouse is too far away,
To keep all and sundry forever at bay,
And little did I know that Easter was precluded by the Lent,
Behold how my life got what it never meant...
Was this,then,Accursed Maker, the sheer travesty of life,
Where Cupid's misdirected dart shall never win,
If it be so,I am dead already with this strife,
For outwardly do I live but I am dying within...
Gloom and despair,twin pillars ,to form my plight,
Arrive in an unprecedented measure to give,
No hope of dawn amidst this eternal night,
Trust me upon my word,when I say,I have no more reason to live...
Published 22nd Dec 2011
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22nd Dec 2011 2:54pm
24th Dec 2011 6:32am
thank you so much matthew...i never knew that in today's post-post-modernistic world where free verse
rules the roost,i with my nursery rhyme schemes flowery language and endless catachreses could even elicit a single word of praise...I know i m terribly
bad at the craft of poetry...it's just that i have faced the grim, sinister and hideous experiences of life at a very young age...and hence give expression to it whenever i am disconsolate,sequestered and unspeakably empty...thank you all the same...
rules the roost,i with my nursery rhyme schemes flowery language and endless catachreses could even elicit a single word of praise...I know i m terribly
bad at the craft of poetry...it's just that i have faced the grim, sinister and hideous experiences of life at a very young age...and hence give expression to it whenever i am disconsolate,sequestered and unspeakably empty...thank you all the same...
