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Anwesha Mishra

Tragedy Drama Abstract

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Anwesha Mishra

Tragedy Drama Abstract

Universe's Conspiracy

Universe's Conspiracy

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Last night,

My mother came to me 

And ran her fingers against my hairs 

Her hands softened with love

Roughened by responsibilities.


She looks at my brows 

And a smile runs across her face. 

She says she is reminded of a face,

A face whose pictures she hung 

Inside every corner of her heart. 

She dodges my question


Keeping the identity a secret.

She rushes to her room

And takes the picture out

She keeps hidden beneath her pillow. 

I sit next to her and ask 

"Ma, who is this boy ?" 

She admiringly touches my cheeks 

And says "You've your brother's eyes." 

Caressing my chin, she says 

"You have the face of your brother ." ,


And her eyes flood with tears,

Her heart drowns into the ocean of sorrow 

As she gives me a subtle picture 

Of the dying families,

Drowned to death by the Indonesian disaster.


She narrates me the 15-year-old 

Untold she has been trying to 

Keep within the walls of her stomach 

For 20 years.

She tells me about my brother 

Who died the morning I was born. 


She adoringly looks at my face, 

And a smile of absolute helplessness

Spreads all over her skin.

Her face veiled with pale pain 

Reminds me of the horrible aftermath of a death. 

Her smile is a gentle instance of 

Death that comes lovingly to you, 

And you accept it the way it comes 

Because you cannot stop for it. 


May be, 

The universe is too tired 

Of creating new souls.

Or, 

Maybe it is afraid of humanity,

Killing humane with inhumane purposes. 

Maybe that is why, 

It kills one to take the soul out 

And put it into another body.

The universe is afraid. 

And so am I.



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