A pair of eyes haunts my soul
Midst bullets flying off magazines
Arson Fire,
And lovers walking hand in hand.
My skeleton within me
My guts and liver
Who know the me in me
Only too well
Writhe and shake, and fritter.
A pair of eyes scans my soul
Unrecognizably white
On the giant TV screen.
It is the cause,it is the cause,
My soul
Screams out at the pair of eyes.
On the mirror I see,
About my neck was hung
An Albatross.

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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.

4 thoughts on “Albatross

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Alienation? our present dystopian condition? anomie,ennui? it’s the kind of subject matter that I do enjoy! “On the mirror I see” puts me in mind of magic-realism and the work of Borges in particular. The eyes of the poem that scan and haunt are of course the ones looking back at you from the mirror. [editorial footnote]:- .. and … are superfluous as punctuation, the traditional , and ; are infinitely more accessible to the general reader.

  2. Madhumita Ghosh Post author

    Thank you so much for your suggestion and correction of punctuation…doing away with ‘…’ does make the poem more reader-friendly. Phrases in my poem reminding you of Borges really humbles me..I take it as a huge compliment. The poem is indeed about anomie and alienation, but more than ennui its a sense of guilt, a self-realization that should come to the citizen of the modern urban world seeking selfish gains.

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