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Ananya Dutta

Abstract Tragedy

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Ananya Dutta

Abstract Tragedy

As drifts my brother away...

As drifts my brother away...

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If I were to gaze at the pit of soil - brown underneath the auburn hue, would I do it outright for an hour until were thee out of sight. This scenery was beautiful all around the more you see.

The zephyr a gale, the sun my moon, the clouds my stars - ah! What a spectacle for some eyes to see as long as they could see! Yet alas! was my notice so captivated, or confiscated as brother art thou of mine (If I say, will thee mind?)

did I behold the water in the pit run grubby.

'Twas a sight I disliked. I will tell thou - I will hurl this fear in mine elsewhere and stride to say that I will tell thou my heart.

But if I say something, will thee listen?

"Two indeed, me and my sister.", harked I quite right.

A pain of its own kind.

Has it not been thirty suns and thirty moons dear? Tell me, am I wrong?

Has it been hot summer days with rain sporadic in the past and hours on end like we must pass them as consciously as would we breathe in each second of the lapse? Must I know before I tell, am I wrong dear? 

Ah! what a penance for me to pay!

Dare as I also may, I will probe anyway for hath I probed so long. Oh my heart of blessing, my mother's peace on Earth, was a soupcon of anything there that thou paid?

Alas! Stand thee so quiet, but this assent from thy edge is so loud that deafened will my ears be. Deafened should they hath been, could I keep thee still.

Thus here I say, if I were to ponder over a sight, or yonder the sky, would I stare straight into the black of the universe for a lifetime.

"Why?" thee ask! Ah! Is it extraordinary for my mind to have someone behold evrything, yet nothing at all. Is the latter for me I suppose. I must not blame you.

Lackaday! Ah! am I so doomed my brethren! Art thou leaving now.

'Tis thy departure that is ripping apart my blessing so naked! What a sacrilege! how blasphemous! 

God, will I ever be pardoned for alas yet again, can I not say " 'tis not mine in any way" for do these vicissitudes stick to my skin as black a shade does with the night sky when all is asleep and sweetly in dream? Holy Lord, will I ever be pardoned?

My brother parts too soon now, and still I gaze at the pit both black and brown.

Is it not an admiration, but a preference to beholding thou leave my side.

My brother is away and away further with time.

Hath I sought a place for thee - Will thou rest in the blind spot of my eye - tiny and insignificant, sensitive and thus, cosseted - whilst I float away in the flotsam of a sea.


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