A Menacing Device Poem by Amitava Sur
A Menacing Device
How can I brief or tell anybody
As to ‘what is loneliness‘?
Is it a burger or an ice cream stick,
That I may show you and explain?
Loneliness is an adjective
Which is so painful and piercing
That it makes a person
Like a moving toy with no life inside it.
Loneliness is more than death,
A slow poison but so menacing! !
This loneliness is realized then only
When a person is victimized with it.
Very venomous and destructive it is
That poisons and kills you slowly.
It will drown and suffocate you
Leaving no chance to escape.
Loneliness is more than death,
A menacing device to kill.
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Amitava (5.8.2015) 1-30 pm
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Loneliness brings us to our knees, killing us with it's emptiness and abandonment. So aptly portrayed as a slow poison, it follows us throughout life after loss! Absolutely profound, Amitava! To experience this depth of loneliness you have to have gone through it first hand, or you will not understand it's poison! Excellent message, Amitava! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Loneliness a slow poison never stops to attack. Fortunately God has given us a gift to be happy. We keep on opening that silent box too again and again. Beautiful poem.
I am so fortunate to never have experienced this. I love company yet also enjoy being alone. Your words have been beautifully expressed and moving they are. Take good care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 7:14:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I have suffered from the poison of loneliness and it's definitely not an 'ice cream stick.' It definitely is: Very venomous and destructive it is That poisons and kills you slowly. Your poem is a very powerful and accurate description of loneliness and its pain.
Thank you dear Darlene for appreciating my poem.