Hungry Tide Poem by Ankita Mitra

Hungry Tide



One hazy picture
I often see
In my imagination
maybe its my illusion
but, for him
It was nothing but a CRUEL TRUTH


Him refers to that tiny little boy
who was unfamiliar...to the word 'DESTROY'


I can see him, standing in front of the window pane-
no, no, you are thinking wrong!
now, that HOME does not exists! !
from where, the window pane belong...
what is only left now,
is broken and shattered glasses, , ,
but, he believes that,
once more life will rise from this ashes...


Now, for him GOD does not exist!
He don't want to give God...
a chance to regret...

A perfect definition of 'HAPPY FAMILY', , ,
he can't give, , ,
he find no reason,
to live
'cause, for him this EARTH has become a PRISON.

'When will I get back my mum? ? '
this is the only question...
which, the little boy never forgot to ask again and again,
'cause, all he got...is heart wrecking pain...
the pain, so strong...made him numb!

He can never forget that night-
a memory so bright, , ,

Now, morning brings him TEARS, , ,
In his dictionary, now there is no existence of the word FEAR...
And what does he fear for?
He can clearly remember that HUNGRY TIDE
which made his mother DISAPPEAR.

Sunday, April 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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