The past alarms me in each lonesome moment,
Recounting horrors of human-made acts :
From my friends' death in a freak accident
To my teacher's in slumber by his son's bat...
Fear from within, fear from outer side
Does stalk our life no relent, no relief;
To nowhere life does usher us to hide
And bared to looming death is life's each leaf.
From shelter of chanced ease, watch I in dismay
As draconian life makes each morrow harsher;
With death betiding us by sudden foray,
Why save, why boast of and why compete for?
Subjected are we all to our own bane,
As holiness and human birth go in vain.
- N. P. SAMAL
Submerged in nostalgia the poet is out to find threads of relevance life could ever offer, a clue between a meaningful sustenance and a salvation in recluse .
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