The witching hour passes in a jiffy.
A cauldron of repressed torment flows from a blemished soul.
The spectre of my harrowing past stood with open arms,
ready to devour me into its crater of debacle.
Your stinking touch still ravages my sanity.
Your stares defiled my vanity.
I was broken beyond measure!
My childhood wasn’t a treasure.
It turned to a curse,
Those days when existence was sombre interspersed.
Years passed by and I struggled to breathe,
Your menacing laughter made my heart crease.
But you couldn’t dampen my vigor,
I collected my ruins and refurbished them with rigor.
The light to my soul
enters through the crevice you had etched in my memory’s lane,
I reincarnated my spirit from a concoction of tumult and pain.
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Debarati Sen is a recipient of the ‘Poiesis Award for Excellence in Poetry -2023’, and the Sylvia Plath Women’s Literary Award. A poet from Kolkata, she writes both long verses and haiku. De- barati has completed Masters in English with a First class from Presidency College Kolkata and is currently employed in Presidency University as a Junior Assistant in the Department of En- glish. She has recently been declared the winner of NaPoWriMo 2023 by the Elite Book Awards. She has published two solo poetry collections and has contributed to more than 10 anthologies. Her haiku has been published in various international journals. Her latest collection of poems, Saudade, was brought out by Penprints in 2022.
Indeed a pleasent read!
Want writings from various genres!
Hi Subhrangsu, I agree. We love getting submissions from different genres, forms, and styles. Thanks