bearskin dusk slipping slowly into the scarry wolverine darkness,
fearfully shaken I fall upon witches of mist to guide
out of the cobwebbed Poenari Castle like hidden alleyway;
adamant not to seek benevolent forgiveness,
discarded any emendation pouring out of ethical bins
myself curving out my destiny inside thy pair of calm deep eyes-signage to cherished fall for eternal elixir;
my cavader soul,now,slogging desparately-supplicating solace in solitude
in penance for past deeds seeking providential clemency
to commit final sin of liquidating this sinner before repatriation ever.
~Shyamal Mukhopadhay
Nagpur, India