Reflection

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Reflection

Excitement wasn't an excitement In the foreign land I was confronted with The untold story under the roof Aside from where I resided in hope.

The walls around appeared as a tomb, Light the smoky, horror entry. My lamentation, like a swift back home, Gave me Rhenish and more to accompany.

My dream shattered and hope blown away. The buds I planted lost their colors In a wonderland completely unknown.

I stressed a bit, but my brain emptied in it, My joy got its stride in a mansion of bottles. Later a fourth night, like a rising sun, My mind woke up from the gravestone To remind 'bout the life it should travel.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

I reckoned the wastage involved in my deed And let obstacles happen for reasons. In Ulysses's costume I rose from the tomb And with Dante's mind to strive for the race.

In my fight, I made prayers my weapon, And scriptures my healer for the victory at hand. Acceptance of reality became my goal, Giving up what I had excepted of tender buds, Whom I dared a lot in the lawsuit of love.

God gave me salvation of what I had dropped And took in those buds ready for the spring Making me so sweet, fresher than earlier With ample realizations to reflect back.