SET ME FREE
Dark is the night
and eerie the land where I live in.
My feelings, my throb you do not hear
busy as you are drowned
in your own din.
I grow slowly but surely;
My growth does not trespass
the boundaries that you set for me.
Would you, the boundless
love to be bound?
Can you mother, understand my pain?
I can barely move
I can barely talk
I want to express, let me please!
There is so much I wanna share;
Make me free mom, make me free.
Y ou promised that I shall be free
after nine months;
Nine times nine
eons have passed,
and now even eternity is bored
Oh mother! Set me free!
Set me free please!
What would I have done if I were good?
Thank myself, I am not.
For goodness would make me better
and I would frown upon the good.
It would make me a cavalier
with a haughty responsibility of imposing good
by a force of smile,
where none cares.
It would be so boring
just as good people are;
with limited confines
never trespassed, never adventured, never grown
beyond the invisible walls of self created morality.
So sweet are the seeds of true sin
So bitter are the fruits of false virtue!
I would rather be the Satan
enjoying my dreamy kingdom today
than be an angel serving
the imaginary best for a better tomorrow;
for I would prefer living my own life imperfectly
rather than living another’s perfectly.
Oh! My good friends never tired,
always seeking to be inspired
and singing legends of the good;
Do me a favour if goodness could.
Write this on my epitaph
and let all the good laugh at that;
“Here, a life dreams a sleep disguised
from every name and label deprived
yet sang a song that was never revived
for the song was heard by ears
that were ‘good’ and contrived.”
YOURS FAITHFULLY, THE SHADOW
I have been your companion,
ever since you saw the light of day.
As a child, you were scared of me
trying to run away from yourself;
and in trying to run, you fell
of course safely in my lap again.
You forever ignore me
but your non acknowledgment of my existence does not pain me.
Privy to everything you ever do,
I am more humble than humility could be.
Lying prostrate on the ground, tied to your feet
I have been dragged meaninglessly for eons.
I am firm yet rooted to the ground,
I can never be shattered into pieces
unlike your undependable mirror.
Yet you love the mirror as it is more colorful
But do not ye forget
that the mirror shows you your true colors
your freckles, wrinkles, disheveled complexion and your ugliness.
I hide them to your convenience.
In the early dawn of your youth,
I am taller, larger and bigger than you
for I inspire you to grow larger than yourself.
In the zenith of your life,
I become puny because you would no longer need me.
I do not wish to burden you then with my loyalty.
In the final hour of dusk,
when the sun of your life bids you adieu,
I become taller, larger and bigger than you again
because I need to hold your trembling hand
for a safe sojourn beyond
to the dark unknown.
Yet you ignore me
because you were told that
I am the king of good times
forsaking you in the dark.
It is not true.
If you can light a lamp
in your heart,
you could see the faithful
even in the dark.
© Shubhanjan Das
Bio: Shubhanjan Das is an administrator by profession and an electronics and communication engineer by education. He lives in India and is into writing English poetry. His poem has been awarded in the All India Poetry Competition 2017 organised by Poetry Society (India) in collaboration with Ministry of Human Resources Development, Government of India. He is on the verge of publishing his first book of poetry.