The Wait

Night rages in the wilderness
Of the heart
The systolic rhythm is all in a discord
A little nestling opening its beaks
For a morsel of moonshine.
It’s a daily eclipse now
The earth reveling in a somersault
On its axis.
Dolphins’ carcasses black and white
Blacken the conscience of the white Arctics.
The moon has gone to sleep
In the seven sleepers den
The world
Shrouded in a thick black coat
Waits patiently for Prometheus to return.

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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.

3 thoughts on “The Wait

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Very Noir-ish! One of the things I find pleasure in,besides coming across quirky or unusual phrasing,(always a boon), is the occasional word outside of my usual parameters,such as “systolic”. ?

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  2. Madhumita Ghosh Post author

    Thank you Louis, I take that as a compliment, and, am thrilled. Thanks for encouraging me with your appreciation. ‘Systolic’ and diastolic- the rhythm of the heart.

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