“Don’t play in the dark”, says someone to the kid
That’s the perception of darkness being created in a child’s mind
Accusing it indirectly of being a thief, or even a demon of some kind
The child obeys, but the curiousness becomes intense
Making it an unnecessarily contentious issue that settles deeper
This is how perceptions are created to concoct stories
Already branded a criminal, the night’s censured at the dark hour
Giving a sense of satisfaction that it is alright to accuse
Of some unholy nature, that night may nurture deep in its womb
Sketching a controversial nightmare scene from tarnished graphite
Even holding the breath for a few hours would make them happy
Outrageous! Some of the perceptions of daily life are just being that
You cannot stretch, literally and metaphorically; creativity stifled
To become a poet who loves to romance the night is rebellion
Praising the esotericism and garlanding it with eloquent words
Delicate ideologies and contrasting existence is a dilemma
Hopefully, the child can grow out of the frivolity of blaming the night
~Amitav
Intense indeed! Beautiful!
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Thank you so much!
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You always have a very deep insight hidden your poems. Its poetic delight to read your pieces.
btw, here is the poem I was mentioning the other day based on the clock.
https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/07/18/remembrance/
There is one more but I can post on my blog yet.
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Thank you so much, Megha. I feel poetry has many layers to it. Often, they are wondrous and takes us on a exciting journey.
Thank you for sharing you poem. Let me read it. I wish you all the best for your future publications!
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Thanks so much Amitav. Yes, poetry has many layers and peeling off each one gives birth a new shade everytime.
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