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| Arindam Moulick |
In the blue waters bestial and barbaric
Lies the heart-weeping tale of Titanic.
Incredible relics of a long-lost glory
On which nature had its diabolical fury!
Lying under wraps in secret eternity…
God never really took pity.
Lavished upon her a prodigal spirit
All that art and comfort could attain.
But who knew
That its life will never retain
Its own romance on board the ship so rare;
Living beyond the hopes of despair…
Lit up with a camaraderie of sterling fare
It conveyed its passengers: unstinting care.
Cruised along with the gigantic world of dreams
With all wealth of splendour and profound means.
For its glorious maiden voyage
To jazzy New York in America
Southampton kissed it goodbye
As the greatest ship set-sailed
On a lullaby…
The mellifluous elegance of old English solicitude;
Sophisticated people of stately repute;
Prominent icons of the twentieth century
Belonging to a unique luminary:
All aboard the splendid ship;
In pursuit of a historic trip.
In the corrosive sands of time
Lay buried like a forgotten rhyme;
Like a broken white star
In the howling skies afar.
Even the brightest daylight
Never dared to probe the devilish deeps.
But in the wallow of hopelessness
Titanic gave a valiant fight…
To that demonic night.
Like a lonely guiding white star
It trod on loads of august pride.
Until it sunk deep in the blue
Stamping unstoppably in its stride.
Caught in between the devil
And the deep blue sea.
Vanished from the world above
Into waters mercilessly icy.
Titanic is seen second time again,
After decades of darkness and pain.
Eighty-five years of a bygone time;
Bridged now to the White Star Line.
The death of a dream called Titanic
Changed many lives through thick and thin…
The unlivable years have gone by
Never singing even one tiny lullaby.
The bereaved hearts full of love though
Somehow kept living, but then gone;
Seldom finding hope to hold on.
Memories of the distant years
Neither leave nor fade away.
But holding on to the memories
Of the ones loved and lost
Never came their way.
Now waiting for an absolution
Is like a promise kept:
A promise to never let go.
And the heart does go on…
By Arindam Moulick
- Written on 24 May 1998
(Note: One will find that the above poem a little terse in terms of its descriptive flow. Although I have not followed any conventional use of meter or rhyme, I simply followed a sort of irregular rhythmic cadence, rather more like a free verse, if you will!)
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