Dr.Faustus Speaks From Hell Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

Oh! hear me, hear me
My fellow dwellers
Of Earth and my land,
Listen to my words,
Myself Dr.Faustus
Speaking from hell.
I doubt if I am dead
And buried in your minds
After twenty four years of
Blunder of shameful acts,
I am condemned to hell
That pains dread than death.
Oh! Almighty, purge my soul
Appear here and rescue
Your ignorant child,
Who turned a devil,
Here I whimper and suffer
Take me out from
Dark and nasty dungeon,
Let me see the light of Earth
And feel the cool breeze
My throat is choked
For a drop of water.

Don't look at me
You black Mephistophiles
With venom in your breath,
You deceived me
With the ill-will
And made me a prey,
To the cursed kingdom.
But beware! you Lucifer
I still have warm blood
Running in my veins,
Fire in my glowing eyes
And enough food
For thought and action
In my stormy brain,
To burn you into ashes
For the nasty guilt
You cowardly executed
For my tragic fate
Akin to Icarus.

The Good Angel
In me still alive,
I must defeat
The evil in me
And ascend in haste
To Mother Earth
To devote myself
For the welfare of humanity,
And dispel the agent of darkness
From the minds of posterity.

(Note: Dr Faustus is one of the great morality plays by Marlowe)