Mrittika Chowdhury

By Mrittika Chowdhury

Saw a figure in light, dancing some distance away

Moved closer to it, to see who it be may

Saw a monster jumping, howling loudly being handcuffed

Seeing me near him he cried for help in a voice so rough.

Taken aback I without waiting try retracing my path fast

But the monster’s pleads kept me there at last

As I touched his glowing cuffs and stared at them,

The monster’s tear fell on my finger ring’s gem.

A lone monster he, shared his stories a sad stock,

As I listened trying to break his handcuffs with a rock

With each bang I put all my might as strong as it fell

To break open the handcuffs and the monster got his bail.

I teared up and the monster gently wiped my teary face

He hugged me so lovingly that my heart began to race

It was so agonizing to listen to the monster sadly speak,

I sat near him listening to him, in that night dark and bleak.

Tales of hardships, tales gruesome

Tales which bound the tears to come.

He sobbed and cried and I comforted him

None else could’ve faced such a fate so grim.

I promised the giant to free him from his pain

Without thinking of any valid loss or gain

Just then ever mysterious the giant was seen no where

An angel figure stood in front of me glowing in a glory so rare.

‘Celestial lass’, the angel said to me

I looked at him in a scrumptious gaze

‘You will be blessed by the Almighty’

He left saying thus, leaving me in a dark base.

I shivered and racked myself to get my senses back

I found the angel vanished leaving behind a large sack

It was the prettiest night, with none in the streets but me alone

Inside the sack were memories of me and the monster, threaded and sewn.

By Mrittika Chowdhury