In the Darkness

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

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