Evil Days Poem by Amartya Kalapahar

Evil Days

Rating: 4.8


The days seems at an end,
Seeing the star-studded night sky
His mind recollects the reiterated bygones.
Even the most crucial moments,
Makes his days dark and gloomy.
The ugly face in the darkness
The laughter of the people,
His desperate soul grew numb
In the midst of the night.
He stares at the crowded streets below
From the high altitude
Thinking about the nightmares
Which haunt him day and night
Where the masqueraders
Chasing him down
And making a way for him
In the depths of hell.
He also remembers
How he ruined
His father’s expectations.
He considered himself,
To be a measly man.
Lost everything in the world
Reduced from the social ladder
His happiness died
And sadness ruled his life
Everyday was challenging for him
He doesn’t hoped for the future anymore
Sometimes the devil inside
Appears to come out from him
And gobble away the denizens
For whom his carefree childhood
Once came to an end
He has not pardoned the people
For their infernal deed
His leap from the high
Then all ended in a while
All was left was his perfume’s scent
This also vanished in the transparent air.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Romeo Della Valle 30 September 2012

Touching! Life is so precious but only to those who can discover and enjoy its richness given to all of us by the Almighty! This is a very sad and touching write, well crafted and poignant! 10+++ WELCOME to the Poetry World my dear friend and keep it up! Thank you for sharing! God Bless You! Romeo-New York City

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Diana Rose Tolentino 09 September 2011

It is heartbreaking to think someone's sufferings can result in a short bitter life. I can imagine the person in this poem jumping from a building, waiting for his sufferings to end as he was falling. This poem made me realized just how vulnerable people are. Great poem..

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Jenny Gordon 05 February 2011

Wow. Fascinating, and very well-written....your concluding lines are so perfect with the perfume that vanished unseen, so strong, yet barely a reminder in vanishing just as each extinguished life does and is remembered not for long and no more. Ah, the thoughts tormenting him, his sins, his enemies, his griefs. Excellent! ! ! Beautiful, and so very bitter.

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Amartya Kalapahar

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Kolkata, India
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