A Soliloquy

Tomorrow, tomorrow and another tomorrow

Days shoot by at a jet speed

Rushing towards the last syllable

Of unrecorded time.

And all our yesterdays

Have been carelessly tossed away

Into the rusty dust can in the corner.

Out, out, leisure and rest.

Life’s but a challenging game

Where fighters jostle for

A little sheltering space

Unaware that it will end abruptly.

It is a tale told by unfeeling

False fathers in authority

Full of sound and fury

Signifying nothing.

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About Madhumita Ghosh

Studied at Jadavpur University, Calcutta, India. M.A. M.Phil Ph.D in English. Associate Professor in a degree college affiliated to Calcutta university. Love reading, writing poems and short stories. Translation is another passion Have translated English Romantic poetry to Bengali and Tagore poems to English.

2 thoughts on “A Soliloquy

  1. Madhumita Ghosh Post author

    “Aye Sir, thou speaketh the truth. After two score and five years of teaching Macbeth methought to read it anew!” Thanks.


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