Poetry

Words from a Hell dweller

Sonnet Mondal

 

Cries of the hounds of hell echo as we clash against

the shadowy wall of misdeeds.

 

Spirit world seems just like a deep overcast morning

that neither lets the rain to fall nor allows life to peep through.

 

While I walk on the floor that breathes with ablaze sands,

I wonder why I chose to depart.

 

I could have fought a little more with my anxieties

and waited for my beloved to give birth to my son.

 

Perhaps, the fact that I was a inured escapist, pains me more

for the Hell leaves no room for repentance

and no path to escape back to the earth.