An Ending

By Lipsa Lopamundra Giri

If I had known acacias sang

I would never have gone where I went

For sought I bells that never rang:

Only mine would be the voice to vent.

Out, the beasts living in my head!

Pouting and pinning me a hundred ways

Away from what lay on my bed

Uncared for, whether it was night or day;

Cooling the cares, the pen had penned

Submerging beneath ice the visions I’d seen:

Oh, all was there, all fled by the bend

Still was left a longing inside just as keen.

Who could say what he’d have done

If the end hadn’t come when it did come?

His allure is that he stopped the run

And what could’ve been won’t ever be home

When the end was nigh a fear gripped

I was in the clutches of all but my sad essence

Which droply from lacerations dripped

Till I lost to madness even your holy presence.

By Lipsa Lopamundra Giri