To Fate Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

TO FATE

Pravat Kumar Mandal

Step by step I'm moving forward
To catch my first final race rope.
O Fate! How cruel! Hit me hard,
Snatch my nearest one, hurt my hope.

Spreading arms and legs I'm crying
To touch my first happiest pain.
O Fate! Make my feelings drying
Leave me alone with a black stain.

Keeping the right index finger
On the closed lip, I'm just thinking.
O Fate! You put me in danger
When I see a small hope blinking.

Bit by bit I am running out
To reach my last destination.
O Fate! Don't chuckle me or shout
Or impose your persecution.

Day by day I am rolling down
To feel my passion and pleasure.
O Fate! You do joke me and frown
So that I guess you a traitor.

By and by I grasp I'm not wrong
Through my deeds I'm your creator.
O Fate! Take off your black apron,
Let me live for a few days more.

24/07/2020]