The Tacit Tantrum
The serendipity of mind has caused the harm,Love has lost its intoxicating charm.
Peace has long forsaken the cardiac abode,
And misery has compensated the loss.
Carefully crippling the cherished desires,
The serpent struck her venomous bite;
And at the eleventh hour(before the ordeal)
Silently slipped into the secluded wilderness.
As the mind writhed in burning trauma,
The turn of events honing into unfaithfulness;
Consolation was of no avail,
The only available route was vengeance.
The mind chronicled the catastrophe,
Either forbearance or vengeance was due;
The latter was not reckoned upon,
And the remedial agony was finally embarked upon.
Poetry by Nibir Mahanta
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Written on 2007-01-09 at 15:15
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