The poem below is written by my college senior Debdip Maitra. He was from Mechanical Engineering and has written many such poems. I met him at a creative writing competition and we became good friends. Welcome him warmly guys!
The Bilge Master
She was a storm trapped in a bottle...
Her mind, a venerable tempest,
Echoes of voices of the ages,
Rumbling like thunder,
Threatening to tear all asunder,
Lightning and embers crackling under her skin,
A thousand voices itching to burst forth,
A primal scream, of dreams, and of fury,
Drowning eternity in its wake...
But that never quite frightened me,
As much as her tender heart did,
That tender, beautiful thing,
Which made it all appear oh so calm,
Like the cherry blossom petal,
Floating softly down to the surface of a pond,
In some noir feel good movie...
I was afraid,
My heart trembling at the thought,
The thought of the day,
When that heart might not be enough to keep it all inside,
When the dam finally breaks,
And I wouldn't be able to stanch the cracks...
_© Debdip Maitra
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