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By Nitusmita Saikia

Contributing Author for Spark Igniting Minds

Emitting lustreless rays of light,

The hurricane lamp paints a monochrome of shadows;

As if old trembling hands of Picasso is making graphics of

worn out lives under the thatched roof!

Amidst those droplets of light and patches of darkness,

She looks for her mirror of which she gets scared these days.

She finds her face ugly in daylight because she burns,

like unwanted weed in the bonfire of the society!

She trembles; will she be able to stop the robbers!

lurking behind somewhere in between sun and moon!

She was a mother of two children; she can't say,

She is drying out of hope!

She musters her disconcertion for their pyre tonight.

The hurricane lamp flared with devilish glow in,

a mad desire of killing fairy wings,

clad in milky stainless gossamer!

Death is certain; either being caged or being freed of shackles!

She chose to be a freed quill in her sail towards darkness.

She deserts her children letting them to dream a while;

She kisses them with a faint smile and walk out.

No more reeks in their body under that gloomy roof!

Little colour of faint enthuse in the dusky canvas!

She enjoys her victory on cost of her flesh,

and adores her small Earth from a far loneliness,

floating around in the canvas of darkness.

Swollen wheat in her orbit around the emery wheel!

A masterpiece is in procession; trembling hands of Picasso

for his final touch!

(Featured Image by Abderrahman Hadd from Pixabay)

About the Author

Ms. Nitusmita Saika

Nitusmita Saika is by profession an instructor in National Cadet Corps, She writes both in English and Assamese. She has been writing poetry for e-magazines like FM online magazine for couple of years.

Her poems have been published in various anthologies under and much more.

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