My Story

By Bijit Chakraborty

The day I was inbred,

Progenitors yearning came true,

They grooved on their garden,

Where butterflies will come,

Which they scooted them all their life,

Unable to seize.

I was their fantasy being effectuated,

The altruistic upbringing ,

The selfless breast feeding ,

Yet the hidden grasping .

As time went by , I psyched up for school,

Ensembles were all set.

The first day was like an alien place ,

‘The non stop crying’ !

The Teachers’ scolding’s ,

For me it was like a place of fools.

‘The O’clock ran like rabbits’,

The boards came by ,

‘Tensity everywhere’! I was “Aunt Sally”!

Does it mattered to my precursor ?

Within the elapse of aeon,

Kinsfolk were in peril,

‘Brood’s tears’ , my despondency,

It was unceasing.

Vitriolic nature of my genitor,

Disparaging act of materfamilias,

Busy to gratify their self-conceit,

Oblivious of our slaughtering.

By the course of tempo I attained convocation,

Soon after my begetter passed on,

Unable to espy the winged,

That he imagined in the Garth.

Pater’s vocation ruined,

As I was so untrained.

‘Yet the hope was there to attain’!

Whippersnapper era of mine,

Got my inamorata.

Dating was in its entirety,

‘As I was mooning’.

Nuptial performed and I perished in her dream.

“What a lovely sight it was” !

I became the king of my queen.

There came this real struggle of affluence,

And I laid down to the wishes of my Mistress.

Striving with my optimism,

The thoroughfare to opulence transpired,

Sudden traumatism evolved,

In fecundity of my missus dashed my dream progeny.

Adoption she denied ,

Legacy was gainsaid.

Affinity ruptured.

‘My success perished’ .

“ A decidedly chaffy person for my rellies”!

But I am here to procure,

“Won’t quit the spillway”!

My hike just cropped up,

By and by ! I will be the nursery again .

Danaids will come.

Am ready to build it,

‘As I will not go for a chase’ !

By Bijit Chakraborty