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Anjali Priyadarshini Bishoyi

Drama


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Anjali Priyadarshini Bishoyi

Drama


Metanoia

Metanoia

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Returning back from the office I heard the gossiping galore,

"Our boss is a colourless man, guys! Don't listen to him more."

Suddenly a thought run in my mind of the past,

I smiled and decided to rush home very fast.


But the thought grabbed my mind like a gum,

I have started to think about the boy's youth's scum.

"D-Day was his day, it's gonna crack his head,

The bubbling mind was asking about the colour of result's shade,


A failure which broke his backbone, his mother didn't wanna hear,

Where his father was screaming to death in tears.

That was his turning point of life's sparsity,

The only pillars, his father and mother who stands in every adversity.


He daily heard the sound of disgrace in the neighborhood,

"Sharmaji, let your son adore your business of sonpapdi and sweet food."

He thought his chums would never do the same,

But the lightening of the heart comes to scary fame.


Peers group faded out like the perfume in time's hook,

Only some of the pages left in the good book.

Even his immaculate inamorata left him alone at a side,

So he searched a curtain for his feelings to hide.


That failure changed the era of his childhood mind,

His mouth became silent which used to be fun-kind.

The club parties turned into mourning classy music,

He thought it's better to go comatose than feeling too sick.


He needed the care and a trusty shoulder to head on,

No! The society talk can't stop what they have shown."

That boy was me, the line toddled in my eyes,

The taste of falling down made me a man of precise.


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