The Unloved Poem by Debasis Chatterjee

my father is a tycoon, busy with his money and dolls
he throws me from time to time a wallet full of green rolls.

my mother's busy in enticing her third man rolling in money
she flings at me sometimes a wad of cash from her alimony.

my elder sister is with her fourth live-in, a lawyer, buried in funds
she also sends to my bank an occasional check …
my little brother is in jail, occupied with peddling in drugs
no one sends him anything…he is just an odd clean break…

I was in love once, ‘real' love! so I was in a trance, a fantasy,
oh! How he loved me!
He tore me into shreds of flesh up my heart in lunacy,
and then he threw me out one fine night, stoned, doped, rife
with loads of deadening, somnorific drugs, with another sweetie,
to start destroying another life…
he loves girls who are pretty!

…of course he hurled at me a load of bills for my next neurosis;
I fell onto the side walk and walked away, too dazed even to cry
too inky to see any light, too tenebrous a world this is even to try
living just once… a little love, affection and my world of bliss.

so, I roll in cash a bit; roam around in a vacuous empty desolation
trying to fathom why I was given birth...why was everyone else born?


- 1stDecember 2017, Kolkata, INDIA