The Gloom Poem by Debasis Chatterjee

Each day is identical, an image
Of harmonic oscillation from
Optimism to decline - a daily scrimmage!

Each morning wakes up with some enchantment
With a new hope, some charity, a few upliftment
Pointers to a better day, be a little happier
A smile, nuggets of joy, a meager contentment
Scant cheer, smell of young fervor!

No! These are all delusions, phantasms;
True is only news of gross, gory vulgarity,
Bloodshed, subhuman spasms
Of the degenerating universal society.

Violence-revenge-murder-killings-suicides-rape
Corruption-theft-cyber crimes-dowry killings-political
Killings-unashamed conducts of the young-drape
Of Democracy camouflaging trends Despotical-
Do-anything-in-the-name-of-Freedom and patriotism
Few left to fathom its disparity with nationalism.

Fear…abject fear…fear of open expression-
Creativeness-of being labeled as ‘unpatriotic'
Fear of choice …

The greatest dread: to think or not, to be civil and coherent
Or a demagogue; to be thoughtful and cognizant
Or to drown all edifying logic at the altar of aberrant
Sea of madness, at the feet of the niggard night of subservient?

Nation is in progress, world civilization in accelerated flow
World leaders ablaze with pride in euphoria, in full glow
Of rapturous diplomacy, or in cries of thunderous blow!

Only hindrance:

A race called ‘Humans' still exists, though in cage -
That the race perished in hunger and starvation, in cruel rampage
In the rapacious greed of the rich, in the wantonness of the carnage

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That is the only ‘breaking news' that can screech out in trepidation;
The Day is nearing…speediest during our spurt to decimation.


- 20 November,2017, KOLKATA, INDIA