One Stormy Night Poem by Mamta Agarwal
One Stormy Night
As I heard sound of footsteps outside my door
I stifled my sobs in my throat
And pretended to be fast asleep
As I like to deal privately with my grief.
My apartment faced the sea shore
I could hear the sound of a heavy downpour.
The sea was tumultuous and rough
It was scary to see the waters rise several meters up.
Was it also going into convulsions to express its protest?
I wondered as I lay feeling bereft.
Waves and waves of emotions engulfed me
And I felt I will drown in the sea
Of my sorrow, or my heart will burst.
Whatever happened to my passion and lust
For life, I asked as painful memories resurged.
How did I allow myself to be submerged
In this deluge of grief unplugged?
Demented, I just helplessly shrugged.
Night was the only witness as I exorcised my demons,
crying with me- non judgemental, and no sermons.
Is this what Nature is compelled to do
When it feels degraded by me and you?
Is this why we have hurricanes and floods,
So we wake up when we lose our flesh and blood?
A new day had dawned, streets were deserted,
Trees were uprooted, I stoically studied.
After the damage and harm
There was an uncanny calm.
I stood in anguish at my window
And mechanically glanced at the fisherman’s colony below.
busy salvaging whatever they could from the debris.
I know I too shall rise from the ashes like a proverbial phoenix.
The doorbell rang, milkman had arrived.
I washed all traces of tears and put on a smile.
Sun was trying to peep from behind the clouds
from the distance I could hear temple bells resound.
Brilliant paralleling of action & consequence between Mother Nature & Human Nature...This theme is more than inventive...and takes my mind back to the Old Testament, and 'The Great Flood'....when God destroyed His own creation, rather than allow His world to continue pathing in the wrong direction...And in so many ways....we are perilously at that crossroads again....Excellent Work, young lady...and, a major...C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S, Mamta, on your upcoming innaugural book-publishing. YOUR WORK, IS MOST CERTAINLY WORTHY OF PRINTING & PURCHASE! FjR
'I like to deal privately with my grief' great words from a confident & unyielding personality....There are several such lines, touching the inner core with stunning effect....one of the best I have ever read...........10
The undercurrent of tragedy, grief and pensive thoughts have been very well conveyed and the reader gets caught in the poet's emotion.
..over all amazing poem indeed. so 10 has been clicked. ...somewhere a little rythemic break due to chosen few words despite thought provoking! reading this poem I was thinking for a while as verses captured me.
one lonely night.....and one stormy night. what's the difference? it's a matter of life....and death.you had hypnotized me with this great piece mamta.A +.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:23:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The leftover of over night fire of grief after getting washed over tears, a smile of new hope is dawning in the poem end...how? The mind in conflicts finds itself a witness to how life, despite harder bitter experiences, rises up hopefully from remains in the dawning light trying to discard darkness behind...good poem 10 votes...