By Anangsha Haldar
PROMPT—During Covid-19 ...
Glass rimmed, venous wings hang like paper kites
Flittering anxiously, contemplating release
From the narrow cartographic confines
Of a perilous dysphoria
Surreptitiously masked or hidden
By smog filled pyres of unfulfilled dreams.
Can the muddy ruins of a dismantled contraption, called the mind
Be refurbished, mended to resemble a bottomless blackhole?
That devours the sluggish drawl of unceasing screams
Quietens the lament and anguish of rotting corpses
The sunken sockets of these ancient venom eyes
That know of the twisting alleyways of anonymous despair.
Let the hungry nails sink deep in this humic soil
Making way for the summer blossoms- cosmos and zinnias
A decadent blanket, Insulation against the ensuing visceral chaos
Comforting, guiding the rivulets of patience
Into the gardens that sing the symphonies of freedom.
Anangsha Haldar is a 19-year-old student from India. She is currently pursuing an undergraduate degree in Psychology. Poetry has always been her most preferred form of self-expression, the must needed escape from reality. Besides writing poems, she also loves to read books and is an avid fan of the K-Pop boyband, BTS. Anangsha writes from Kolkata, West Bengal, India.